The only place you will dance is privately for your daddy. Today is your lucky day, pretty one. You hit the damn lottery.”“Are you sure? I don�...�t mind dancing or having sex with guys.”“No way. You will only have sex with me. No whoring yourself out. Your pussy is mine. I own you, baby. Do you want a sugar daddy? I will give you a place to live, clothes, and anything you need. All I ask is that you are my girl. You will only have eyes for me. You won’t fuck any other guys. I own. I like the color of my couch. I like the colors in painting, but, as a guy, I have no idea if the colors of my couch and the colors of my desired painting as they say “work together.” Thinking about nothing else but my total lack of “decorating” skills” I asked the pretty sales clerk, “do you think this would work well over my couch?” She replied, “Well you could at least first take a girl to dinner, before you invite her over.” I apologized for my apparent rudeness. I explained I was merely. I grabbed the waist band of her shorts and pulled them away from her milky white thighs, down her long legs, revealing a swollen, pulsing pussy. I parted her thighs roughly and began to lick her damp pussy, and sucking on her open lips. I was just about to probe the wetness inside her with my finger but she turned her head and stared at me. “I don’t want your fingers in there. They would be a disappointment. I don’t want to be disappointed.” I didn’t need any further instruction. I plunging. "Why is it so damn hard for you to understand that just maybe we're on the same side this time?"Jason stared at the edges of the man's Aura. He wondered if his father really knew he could see it. Perhaps he did but did not care; Jason would prefer ignorance over indifference."And, see, I even conceded when I said 'this time, '" said Henry. "I'm willing to accept you thinking your father is some sort of sociopathic bastard rather than--" All right, Dad, I get the picture, okay?" Jason.