Kayla Cumsalot 1844-33-CANDY ext 357
I’d been watching him for days, learning his routine, but now I was ready to acquire my new Daddy. I parked outside of his house, knowing every morning after his wife left for work, he comes outside to check the mail. He strolled down the walkway to the mailbox in his robe. Not seeming to have a care in the world.
I hopped out of the car and smiled at him. “Excuse me?” He looked me up and down, the tiny shorts and too-small tank top exposing way too much skin. “I’m supposed to be meeting someone, but I’m lost and my phones not working. Can I come in and use yours?”