Depending on the girl's style Happy might set up an elaborate “poker party” where one to four gals entertain a motel suite of men from Saturday ev...ning until 4 or 5 the next morning. Most gals could pull $100 bucks a pop while Grade A's earned $150 a knob. But no matter what the girls always covered the motel room cost. Happy collected all the money and covered the bar and food tabs with the $100 per head surcharge he added. As a rule of thumb to keep things manageable no more than four. She just wasn’t herself, Sir." "Mmmhmm," Daddy said. "I gave her a chant to say. Did she at least say my chant?" "Daddy! I said it in my head!" I protested as Michelle said, "Chant? No. I didn’t hear any chant." Daddy shook Michelle's hand and she handed him a key. I didn’t know what was happening, but I knew it wasn’t good. Michelle left and my heart started racing. “Go out to the car and get my cane, Babygirl.” I knew better than to argue. I went to Daddy’s car and retrieved his bamboo cane. And that's me wrapping my hot, red lips around the head of your throbbing cock, slowly sucking it and teasing you so badly," I whisper quickly as I feel the wetness between my legs growing. He moans loudly then coughs, as if he's forgot were we are. He grabs my hand from the other side of the table and guides it to his jeans, then places it over his package. I feel how rock hard he is, he's so big that he's straining to get out, he's pushing against his jeans and at that moment I know how badly. Meeting her was such a coincidence. She could just as easily have been a grizzly bearded old man as a shrink looking into my issues. Good thing, there. Charlene was a treasure. She was going home with us for a week or so before she went back to DC, thankfully. I wasn’t ready to give her up, and watching her girlfriend swim up to her for a hug and a kiss, I’m pretty sure Tressa wasn’t either. The plane is going to be getting some use for a while.Linda came over to me and sat between my legs..