She looked down as she spoke as if she was afraid of what he would say."You mean you want me to be your Daddy again?" he asked."Yes... I told you that...since my father left us when I was little, I have had kind of a Daddy thing. I asked one of my boyfriends, but he thought I was weird or perverted or something. I just like being someone's little girl. I can't explain it but I..." I would be happy to be your Daddy Becky," he said, cutting her off in mid-sentence."Really? You would? Oh, Charlie.... I started going down, licking her boobs, naval area, tummy, inner thighs then back after turning her and making her in doggy position.I wanted to lick her pussy but I realized, though she should not be deprived of pleasure yet she is not my gf to get an exclusive satisfaction, hence I asked her to go down on her knees.All my porn influence was coming to live action as I was making her deep throat and gag on my dick. Holding her hair, sliding my dick deep inside her throat and holding it there. She started to worry that she’d guessed wrongly, thathe wasn’t interested, that she’d misread the signals.She began to think of her me, her husband, when she sawit. A huge, rising bulge; rising in his trousers, thathe tried desperately to hide. He turned red; he knewshe saw, the direction and duration of her glancetelling him all he needed to know. All thought of me,her husband, was banished from her mind. My wife of ten years walked around the table, to movenext to her. The first day it was the laundry: the right types of treatment fordifferent fabrics; how to sort the items and load the machine; how tohang a wash; how to fold the sheets and towels, and stack them in thelinen closet; how to iron her clothes and put them away neatly. Helearned how to hand-wash her bras and panties properly, and how toarrange them in her underwear drawer.Another morning he learned how to tidy Mistress' chambers: how to makeher bed; how she wanted the corners folded; how to fluff.