Yes, Alpha Daddy
Maybe this would become a regular thing, me holed up with his cat while he was jetting off around the world on business affairs.
Maybe there’d even be some crossover — him grabbing a morning shower before heading away and me just happening to stumble on in to steal a look at his steamy butt cheeks.
I was getting carried away. Very carried away.
Carried away enough that I could feel a whole new story forming. Screw Christmas Daddy, Hello Night At Mr Douglas’s House.
‘I fed your cat, sir, now feed my pussy.’
‘First time anal with the house sitter.’
No.
No, no, no. Definitely not. No way.