He returned to the kitchen maybe 10 minutes later wrapped in just a towel and asked me if I would like a glass of water, which I accepted. He placed t...he glass of water on the kitchen table and told me to sit for 5 minutes so we both sat at the table and began talking.Perhaps I had overdone the flirting thing earlier as right out of the blue he told me he thought I had a terrific body and asked if he could kiss me. Maybe the flirting had gotten me turned on too as I found myself telling him he. I only wanted it so he wouldn’t keep accidentally coming into my room while I was touching myself. It seemed like every single time, he managed to catch me. Sometimes I was under my blankie and other times I was down on my knees on the floor-- but everytime it left me so embarrassed and shy…Until the last time… I finally got him back ♡It was a Saturday. Daddy was in the kitchen and I was in my room-- door closed. I had music on turned up extra loud. Still, I heard the familiar rap of his. " Sssssshhhhhh, boy. Lick, lick your girl...now."And I did. I cleaned it up first & fast. I didn't know if I'd dragged some remnant of his remnants as I scoured that same grotto. And I did-not-care. I feasted like a mad-man. Not only to slack some need I've never ID'ed, but, to finish so I could query what she'd meant. I knew what she'd meant. Hell, of course I knew. But, how could one suck on another's cock all-night-long? It was impossible. Hell, I tried to keep my promise, my own vow to suck. Well there were the bathrooms, but I thought it might be suspicious, if I followed Fat Jack into the men's room.Once we were inside, I began to talk first, "Okay listen to me, if we are going to come out of this alive, we have to trust each other, so tell me what you told that drug dealer about me," I said."He wanted to know if he could trust you. I had to come up with something, so I told him you were my daughter," Fat Jack replied."I do have a daughter about your age and I felt like that.