I don’t think I’ve ever been so damned excited in my life.
I guess I feel a little bit guilty. I mean, if I woke up with a mouth on me, even if I really wanted the guy, I think I’d probably be really freaked out. I guess it was all a perfect storm. Daddy, after years of getting nothing and feeling lonely, couldn’t resist me as much as he wanted to.
I don’t feel nearly as guilty about the way I went about seducing him as—well, I guess until he sleeps with me it isn’t really seducing him. What I mean is, I feel a little bit guilty about getting him to accept a blowjob that he really didn’t want to accept. I feel a little bit bad about that. On the other hand, I feel pretty bad about something else.
For four years, he’s slept in the guest room and I only know about it now.
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