"I, erm, saw you dance," I say. I must sound out of breath. She must be able to hear me use my hand."How did you get this number?" She asks, her mouth...moving a split second later because of the delay. She still doesn't sound angry. I wish she'd start playing with herself again, so I could hear. I don't answer."Okay, weirdo. Listen. You can jerk off to me all you like at the club, but no phone sex. Don't call me again. You understand?" She pretends she's all bossy, but I know she's not. She's so. "I knew what that meant. The last time her mother decided tovisit for a few days, she camped out in our spare room for amonth. "I'm just beat," I protested. "Can't you go to the storetomorrow ?" I have tennis tomorrow morning, and then I have to get my hairdone." Daddy, the keys? Now?" No pleasantries, no please, just give methe keys.I handed them to the daughter, who disappeared instantly. "Whendoes your mother get here," I asked the wife."Saturday afternoon. You'll need to get all of your. Daddy house, gagged and leashed, the guy with the BMW i hit while parking, had told me this would be the last time....but now i knew this would never ends, looking at this private secret group of alpha black daddy, i knew this would never stoplooking at the big tv . they all cheer for them to train our pussy holei was first starting to moan and ask him to go slow''say it like a girl , he will ''the group admin suggestingall 3 started talking with a small voice trying our best''ahhhh ahhh plz. " Well it shouldn't," I said with a frown.Cassie grinned at me. "But it does. Does that make me a bad girl? Should I be spanked?"With an erection growing in my pants I grabbed Cassie and tugged her from my side. "Yes. I think you need to be spanked," I said, moving her over my lap."Here?" she asked. "In the living room? Won't people see?" Here. In the living room," I confirmed, pressing her face down on the couch, her marvelous ass on my lap.I tried a sight smack of one cheek, feeling hesitant.