What If They Are Men I Work With

When Dad is traveling for work, I visit him if I can, especially if he is working near me. I don't even know how many hotel rooms I've fucked him in, or even how many times he's had to sign a room service slip as I've been fucking his pussy. I don't think having room service people see him getting fucked even registers with him any more. He just signs the slip and gives them a big tip.

This time, though, he was at a Caribbean resort for some sort of company event. I had to buy a plane ticket to get there. Luckily, I found some men willing to fuck him for cash.

"There will be six men, each paying me $300 to fuck you, so I expect you to give them service worth at least that much," I told him as I gave him a pre-work fucking.

"Did you check to see who they are?" He asked, a bit scared. "What if they are men I work with?"

"You don't need to worry about that," I reassured him. "I checked them all." I wasn't lying. I had. They were all men he worked with.