But it would be even better if I could ever get the place fixed up.”“You’re right, Sam. And I’m doing my best, I really am, to convince Daddy ...to extend you that credit.”“Thanks for the help.” The local banks didn’t want to lend him the money to re-model. Sam kept hoping Jack Boudreaux would let him have the building supplies he needed on credit.He reached for a glass. “You want your usual?“You always remember my bourbon and Tab.” She beamed and began fishing around inside her purse.“Some things. ", she began."You have two children", he interrupted. "Both girls. You do this job mainly with them in mind. Not because they'd starve otherwise, because you've got a fair bit salted away. No, for the future. College and such. Because the idea of like mother, like daughters is out of the question for you. You want a different sort of life for them."With every fact, he drove his cock up and deep, firmly, with a force she would normally have restrained out of concern that the condom might stretch. Normally, we'd chat about this and that for several minutes before getting to the meat of any conversation, and tried to rally with a joke "Wait... don't I get a vote in this?" Her voice was SLIGHTLY less taut and had a little bit of the Kaitlin-sarcasm I knew in it. "Of course not. This isn't a democracy. It's an enlightened dictatorship, and I'm the dictator!"I grinned, even though she couldn't see it. "Well, I know the fate of people who try to resist dictators, so come on over, Kait. The. We walked up to the front door and knocked on the door. A pretty blonde girl answered the door. She had to be no younger than 17. We were not used to having a teenager be there.She let us in the house and we were approached by a older man. Probably in his late 30's or early 40's. "Welcome guys!"he said"Please, come in and have a seat."He ushered us to the couch. Liam and I both sat down. "Guys, this is my daughter"he said"Her name is Angela."We both waved hello to the teenager who seemed a bit.