Jess looks to the phone in her room, her stash of contact cards are missing... He shows Jess the card and the unfamiliar hand written words on it. “...Allow me to apologize in person for the noise next door xxx” Of course that quick exited Italian guy has slipped it under the guest’s door before leaving. Jess pieced it together feeling giddy that he thought she’d posted it through. It was a sinful act to allow Jess to be caught dressing like a sissy slut by an unknown guest. The risk made Jess’s. “I’m good Daddy, what’s up?”“I was just wondering if I could buy you lunch today, maybe over at the diner?”“Sure, why not? What’s the occasion, something special?”“No, I just need to talk to someone, if you don’t mind. If you’d rather not, that’s OK too.”“No, no, Daddy, I don’t mind at all. I take it we’re not talking about work then.”“No, it seems I did something wrong regarding Connie and now she’s kind of pissed off.”“Uh-oh, Daddy, what did you do?”“It’s a long story; I’ll explain it all at. "He seemed puzzled by my response."Really. I would have thought with your position you would insist in a bit more decorum."Anger was rising. "Where are we going with this. Is she riding around naked? Hurt anybody? Damaged property? She's a grown woman and doesn't need direction from me. Do you control your wife totally? Cut to the chase here, what's on your mind?"That was kind of a cheap shot, I knew he was recently divorced, and his wife was very vocal about the reasons. He was, according to. So I got on my knees, and opened my mouth! Neither one of them lasted long and as the 19 year old got closer and closer, I reached over and grabbed what was left of my breakfast. I put the plate under his penis and began stroking furiously as I pointed his teenage shaft toward my food. "Oh my god," he exclaimed through panted breath, "What are you doing? I'm gonna...I'm gonna cum on your....on your," "On my food?" I said, " Yeah, I know. That's kind of the point. NOW BLOW STUD, BLOW!.