"How's dinner, angel?" I asked my daughter over our filet mignon.
"It's really good." She said with a grin, and then added, "I wish I could have some wine with it though."
"I don't think I could talk the waiter into bringing it. I don't think you'd pass for twenty one yet."
Sasha pouted for a second, and then shrugged and sipped her diet coke. A few seconds later she grinned mischievously at me and sank down in her seat. A moment after I felt her bare foot on my inner thigh.
"You know, Daddy," she said quietly, "This isn't the best thing I've had in my mouth tonight."
I nearly spit up my merlot. "Sasha! Restaurant? Public place? Any of this sound familiar?"
She shrugged and sat up.
Images of my daughter's perfect little mouth wrapped around my c**k floated through my head. She'd bee
