He always hated it when she got impatient. However, he readily admitted to himself that that was because he really wanted to give her what she wanted. She needed to learn, though. She had to know who was in charge. It damn sure was not her little boy toy. He had to know that, too. That little boy hadn’t earned the right for her to call him Daddy.
He smiled to himself. “She has been really good, though. Maybe I ought to give her a little reward.” It was true. That little girl had been earning every load. As long as she kept up the level of performance on his cock that he had been receiving… Well, he figured she deserved to go out and play, a little.
He reached for his phone, and composed a message. “Go to his house, when you get off work. Fuck him, if he’s home. Don’t wash off your work sweat first. I want him to have you dirty. No ‘Daddy/Baby’ shit. Dinner is at seven. Have yourself cleaned up, by then.”