"Good Lord," I said. "Okay, look. Here's the bottom line. I can't let you do it. It's wrong."
Her frown was large and her eyes were getting glossy. Tears were coming. "But why?"
"Because I'm your father."
"Why other than that? If you weren't my father, just my friend, would you let me do it?"
"I don't know, baby."
"No, just be honest. If you were my neighbor, not my father, and I asked, would you let me suck it?"
"I think if you asked any guy if you could suck his c**k, he'd say yes."
"Then that's what I'll do." She climbed off the bed, putting on her shoes.
"Where are you going?"
"Next door to Mr. Jones' house. I have to get a video of sucking a guy's c**k and he's going to have to do."
"Honey!" I stepped in front of the door. "Stop it, you're not going out."
"Get out of my way
