I knocked his door and listened, my face in front of his spy-hole, he needed to see my youthful femininity, and want to admit me, and if he did, then ...e was in the mood.I could hear him cough as he shuffled to the door, then silence, as he peered through the glass peep hole, I standing back knowing he would be looking at not just my prettiness, but my body in profile.He opened the door and peered out, looking my up and down, as I smiled my best and bade him good morning, and my ridiculous. ” My wife was also getting into her role as Jack's slut. I watched as Jack slid forward on the couch. Jeanne wrapped her fist around his erection, pushed it back and started slowly stroking it while she kissed and licked his balls. I was once again thankful that I was wearing the chastity cage because I was certain that without it I would have been unable to resist the temptation to take my own cock out and start masturbating. Jeanne sucked one of Jack's big balls into her mouth and then with. For some reason, it was easier to text a conversation like this than have it face to face. Having to look into his daughter’s deep, brown eyes always turned him into mush.After a minute or so of no messages, he finally texted: Father or not, trust me, baby, you’re seriously hot.The second he sent the message he regretted telling his daughter she was hot. He should have just said she was beautiful. That would have been a better word for a father to use about his own daughter. Lauren sent back. It was then I realised what small hands she had, they just managed to wrap around. This added to a sort of squeezing effect.She started to slowly rub her hand from the base to the head, feeling every inch of my cock as it pulsed in her hand. She seemed fascinated.‘This certainly is a nice tool you got here sir Tom, let’s see if we can take care of it’She increased speed with the rubbing and would on occasion stop and squeeze and at times even do a twisting motion that felt different but very.