It seems Daddy still had a lot of pent-up energy leftover. He smoked some weed on the deck in his underwear, as he’s wont to do, and then walked passed me into the bedroom. From the bed, he called out to me a short time later. He told me to come to bed and to do it "sharply, as the English say." Then he started laughing, amused at his own affected Britishism.  I put aside my book, fed the cat her handful of overnight kibble, and soon found myself on the business end of a hard cock. After licking Daddy’s balls, putting his cock in my mouth, and sucking him off to completion, I lay facedown on the bed beside him and he reached down and with one hand which, he noted, spans not only my entire ass but almost the width of my back from shoulder to shoulder, he gave me a wonderful massage and ass-groping. I could have drifted off to sleep except he got himself worked up again! He told me to get back down there between his legs and put his cock back in my mouth. He had another load waiting for me. There was no use protesting. Not that I ever do. Sissygirls don’t protest. That’s why guys like Daddy prefer them. I scooched down between his legs again and started sucking his cock all over again. He came relatively quickly for a second effort in such a short amount of time.  In fact, this load jetted out with even greater force than the first! Finally, at last relaxed, he petted me and told me that I was a good girl and I slowly drifted off to sleep.