I answered the phone and the wife shouted at me, telling me her card had been refused when the three had decided to pay up at the closing of the bar, ...and I needed to talk to the bar manager. Without further words from her, a man's voice, calm and professional, asked if I would pay over the phone, a third of the drinks - dinner bill. I could not say no without seeming petty, so I reached for my wallet and reeled off the sixteen-digit number and the other usual stuff. It was a heavy night even. Her girlfriends think so too. I don't. She continued, "Daddy has been talking to Mom about taking you to see the 'Shrink.' I think you're already small enough." Yup ... funny girl ... ha ha. "I suggest you 'recover' your tiny mind and drop the references to 'NudeHampsta' and a house. Oh, yeah ... when anyone asks, Jezebel is the result of getting shot in the head. Oh, shit! David? I didn't mean to make you cry."She grabbed me into a hug ... hmmm ... since when did she develop those?"David James. She was starring at it, the pants gripped in her fists, forgotten. A string of saliva dripped from the side of her mouth as she drooled at the sight of Daddy's cock. "Baby girl", Daddy's voice suddenly breaking her stupor, " finish taking my pants off, please". It was more command than question.Britney blushed again, then quickly finished removing Daddy's pants. Flustered, she folded the pants in half and draped them on the rack. Daddy held up a foot, when she finished, to indicate he was. Much to my wife’s delight she spotted the small group of guys that were vocal about thinking she was very really hot among other things. Naturally they were now standing in spot where they could get their very best view straight up her skirt. Still feeling excited by their almost charming filthy remarks they said about her, she figured she should give them a little extra and do a little deliberate exposing. without making it obvious to anyone else but them she was going to have a little fun by.