You catch me trying to steal your credit card. I tell you that I need it to go shopping. I know I spent more than I said I would last time I took it but I am sorry. What do you mean your not going to let me use it anymore daddy? Thats not fair. Maybe we can work something out. I see how you look at me, trying to peak down my shirts or up my skirts. I pull my tits out, "Yeah daddy. You like these tits don't you! See, we can work something out, right? Take that cock out and stroke it." I take my shorts off and give you a good look at my ass while I finger my wet pussy. "Oh daddy, you look so good stroking that cock. This is a dream come true for you isn't it daddy." I get a idea and take a jar off your nightstand. "I want you to jerk off into this jar daddy so I can slurp it and savor your cum. Oh yeah, stroke that cock daddy. I can't wait to taste your cum." You cum in the jar and I put it up to my lips but then pull it away and place a lid on it. "This is proof daddy. What will mom say? I think its about time I have my own credit card!"