Dad's POV

On Friday night, on the way to the bar, I made my young daughter suck me off. I needed to release myself before this evening got underway, because it was going to be one for the books. I wondered if she was scared. I hoped she was terrified. I'd made her wear lots of mascara in hopes that it would run down her face as she cried and got used. The mere thought of it made me climax.