I’ll be back soon.” Barry fished his black Eddie Bauer insulated trench coat from the front closet. He put it on over his large blue and white Sig...a sweatshirt. He walked out of the split-level house into the garage. He started his dark red 2011 Lincoln Navigator. He let up the garage door and went back inside for a moment to let the vehicle warm since it was freezing outside. “Do we need anything else,” the southern born-and-raised man checked with his wife. “I don’t think so,” Geneva. But you aren’t a perfect bimbo. Not yet.??????I was sad suddenly. ?What do I have to do to be a perfect bimbo????????Do you remember when you first came on stage, and how you stopped a second before going all the way out?? he asked.?????I thought for a moment. Then I remembered the moment, remembered the emotional conflict within. ?Yes, Daddy, and I’m sorry.? I bowed my head, ashamed.??????What were you thinking when that happened??Staring at my naked tits I told him what I had felt. I told him. “Please just let me go.” He begs her. “Oh no I don't think so Jake, you see you touched something that did not belong to you. This is your punishment.” She said to him. Their was the sound of a zip and he felt coldness on his skin. The air touched it for the first time. Then the hand reached out and took hold of his cock. It was encased in plastic a hard plastic. “You a jock decide you want someone's daughter and you won't take no for an answer, so the little slut is now in a similar position. The old man was a little bolder now, his face kissed boldly at my pant fronts and I allowed him to. While his hand at my back held me firm, his mouth tried to bite my erection through the fabric. Since I did not object, the other arm came up and pressed into my erection, playing with it through the fabric. He looked up into my eyes for any response, but I feigned deep sleep. Emboldened, one hand ventured to the zip while another held my ass in a warm embrace. The crack of the opening zip made.