Daddy forsed his b. girl to suck

Daddy forsed his b. girl to suck I rinsed, dried off and headed out just in time to catch Chloe about to go down the stairs behind the others. My phone rang as I set her down on a kitchen stool to have breakfast. The young girl had finished dressing and sat up, I continued to the last row, “I’m not asking….or wanting….you to win it for me”….I began walking backwards, “I’m just here to see that you get to the game and back safely….to drag you off an opposing team member if you start brawling……and tan your damn asses if you do or say something rude and obnoxious!…..are we clear?” “Yes sir” the girls answered loudly as they clapped, a few whistled as I sat in the front row beside Sarah. I beckoned her closer, lowered my lips to her ear and whispered, “you know, like a shadow…a little dark and mysterious yet you can’t help but want to take a peek”, she stepped back, her brow furrowed as she looked at me blankly before her mouth opened a little and a faint blush crept up her neck, “Mr C!!”, she gasped softly and stepped back to sit.