.”His wife quickly cut him off, “Our daughter is not doing ballet, Ben! She’s working as a stripper!”“Well, Dear, she is an adult now”, he... looked once again to his daughter.Chloe knew by now not to go head to head with her mom. That’s why she was letting her dad be her advocate, which he reluctantly was. “And apparently it pays well. She said she made more working one night then she does in two weeks at her other job.”“But she’s working as a stripper.”Ben paused, looking at his wife’s shoes,. I gentlyknocked on Sean's office door and minced over to the seat in front of hisdesk closing the door behind me. I smoothed out my skirt and took my seatthen seductively crossed my legs. Sean was putting away files and turnedhis attention solely on me."And what do I owe this pleasure to?" Sean stated with a smile.I looked hard at his growing erection and smiled back. He came over to meand placed his hands on my shoulders and began massaging them. His handswere so strong, his grip firm and. “Well then, I guess I’ll have to school you,” Dad laughed.After driving for at least a mile down a bumpy dirt road lined with mesquite trees, the camp became visible as we rounded a right-hand bend. There were three trucks parked out in front and smoke could be seen wafting up from behind the brown wood camp. Dad blew his horn four times as we pulled up next to a mud splattered white Ford.“That’s the secret knock,” he said with a grin. He cut the engine and we opened our doors simultaneously as. I immediatelyengulf his cock again. Mitch looks over at my drenched cunt, and he shiverswith desire. The reaches over and begins finger-fuckingme, the harder he did that, the deeper I suck him.I notice that Mitch was aroused that he wasn’t payingclose attention to the road. However, he’s able to keepthe car on the road, but I bet he wasn’t thinking aboutwhat others might see as he passes by them. The harderI suck him, the faster he drove. It’s a wonder he don’tget.