Like, I’m looking for steady worth—no rushed screen talk. I want you to step from your car with that quiet grace, and yeah, we can meet in person where our eyes actually line up.
I’m in Sarasota/Bradenton, Florida, down the street from the Ellenton Outlet Mall—exit 224 off I‑75. Hit me up with cash in hand. I keep it very discreet, and I don’t roll with law enforcement officers—because I’m not law enforcement.
For men who rise and stand upright, my door’s open. Which, okay, if your hands know wood and stone, you can help me mend the roof above my home—if you’re into that kind of “real presence,” not the nervous kind. And if you’re on to take care of me really nice, we can go for a swim, pool or jacuzzi.
Spanking only. Clean hygiene’s mandatory—there’s an upcharge if you need to shower here, and I welcome it. I don’t care what you do for work as long as your work isn’t trying to get a raise off of me—anyway, I’ll put on or take off whatever you need.
If daddy wants to buy me some lingerie, I’ll model it and let you peel it off me with your teeth. Cool. If you want full service it’s $200—otherwise it’s date and 150 Greek special. No lingering calls, no nervous doubt, just strength in what you are about—after that, we’ll do what we do.
Daddy.....
