..I liked being his sub and he liked being in charge. After all, he was deprived of many little things the last five years.He licked a finger and push...ed it in my ass, then he rimmed my hole and pushed in two fingers. My boy was preparing me for his stiff rod. Or so I thought.He straddled me and fed me his balls first, then he pushed his cock in my mouth and started moving his hips rhythmically pretending to fuck my puckered lips. I very much liked he initiated this and I liked even more when he. ‘I wish I could stay. Your home and pool look so nice.’ She picked up her bag ready to leave. ‘But…but…?’ ‘Yes Caitie?’ And I liked it when she called my name like that. ‘But all this money? I mean I feel bad.’ ‘Why honey? You certainly earned it.’ And I figured then that she meant being with Brandon and that she probably even knew what had happened with me and her husband in that room and I was blushing and nervous cause what if she hated me for it? But she didn’t. I could tell that for sure.. "Are you done Daddy?" I ask softly as I see his clean plate."Yes, Angel."Taking his plate and returning quickly to the kitchen to get away from the very presence of him until I can figure out what to say and how to correct this situation. Finishing the dishes and cleaning off the countertop as Daddy steps around the corner and stands there watching me."Angel, I'm going to get in the hot tub, join me when you're finished," he says before he turns away.Stopping quickly and turning back around he. He would end up carrying out these weekly gambling forays to the two casinos throughout the entire summer. His regular withdrawals from the cereal container at his camp became irregular deposits into his bank accounts after a variety of careful transactions on his part. It was all his secret, and he was fortunate to be instantly accessible by his satellite phone no matter where he was in Canada or the US. Only by analyzing his bank records would someone find out that he was apparently hooked on.