LimitsChapter 39 At the Mall V Lunch With Dad
As he sat in his corner booth, Sam McTeer happily allowed his cock to tentpole in his expensive slacks. He didn't touch himself – that was a thing of the past. It was one of the rewards he'd gained from the conversion of his daughter Lexie becoming his personal whore (a term he much preferred to "sex slave," he told himself). Hard to believe he'd wasted weeks when he could've been fucking his American-made daughters. Thank God for Viagra, he thought, shifting his package for comfort....