Well, he was wearing only panties. But his body ... the real representative misiek. Belly like a barrel and content of briefs anything myself. It was ...vident that it is ashamed. I went in and took me to the bathroom. Everything was well enclosed, this could not see anything. The leak had to be under the casing pipes. I showed him where in roughly the spot appeared. It was a Sunday, so he said he would call a plumber the next morning and guarantees that this will take. I had no choice but to. I wouldn't say that Robert was a wimp, but I have a very dominant personality and tend to have my way. We went to the local Met and saw an incredible production of La Traviata by Verdi. I had been moved to tears as I often am at the opera. However, this time it was so moving to me that I couldn't compose myself. I cried at great length, "Gran Dio! ... morir sì giovane – "Great God! ... to die so young"," it just overcame me and I sobbed so saddened by the tragedy I sat in my seat in a state of. " "What if I don't think you are right when you tell me to do something?" she asked. "Do not question me, just do it," he answered. She thought for a moment and decided that the only way she was getting out of the restraints and being safe from more punishment was by agreeing to whatever he said. "OK, I will. Now let me down. I am tired of this game and my arms and legs are hurting and my ass is sore." He shook his head and picked the paddle up again. Whap. He struck her harder again and again.. "We-we shouldn't be doing this. It's wrong." He shook his head at me. "It's so wrong." Is it, Daddy?"He seemed genuinely surprised, maybe even a little shocked, that I had asked him such a question. Then, as if he had contemplated my question in his mind, he slowly leaned back in his chair and gave up trying to stop me. I smiled at him once more as I put the tip of his cock up to my lips. Then, without hesitating, I opened my mouth as wide as I could and took my father's cock in my mouth. His.