Daddy Loves His Little Girl

"What do you mean I can't go!?" I yell at my father as he refuses to let me go out tonight.Hi, my name is Jaylen but everyone calls my Jay, or to my father JJ. Me and my father have always gotten along well and everything, but lately me and him have been fighting a lot. I am 16, a teenager and I want to go out like every other teenager. But no, my father won't let me. I don't know why he has always let me before. I'm about 5'2 (short for 16, I know) long brown, blond hair, nice good size breast and a ass that will make men drool. I guess the reason my father won't let me out is because he has noticed all the drooling boys that look after me as I walk. My father is pretty good looking also*by the way... hes*short also, around 5'7 and has silky brown*hair. I set of abs, and a smile that melts women in there shoes. And gosh, my brother looks just like him but taller around 6' feet. His name is Clay, and he is as good looking as my dad.I love my daddy more istanbul travesti than people realize, my mother died when I was 3 and it has just been me, my brother and my dad this whole time. Luckily he has a good paying job at home, and my brother has a job, hes 18, but still lives at home. We don't mind we like him home. But for the life of me, for the last month I can't figure out why daddy won't let me stay out late, or go anywhere for that matter! I hope to find out soon, very soon. Now... lets see if I can win this fight and get out of the stinking house!"Daddy please!" I whine to daddy, "Why can't I go? I haven't been out in a month almost!" I give up and plop down onto the couch, my arms crossed over my chest with a look on my face mixed between sad and angry."You are not going and that is final!" Daddy yells at me and flops down into the couch across from me looking at me, anger flying through his eyes.*"But... istanbul travestileri daddy please." I start to think that maybe I can pull the ol' little girl with the pouting lip act on him.He looks at me and I see most of the anger leak away and*that look in his eyes that he realizes that he's been to hard on me... I start thinking "ITS GONNA WORK!!!" And then he fucking realizes*what I'm doing... ugh."No. I said No and I meant NO!" He stands up and*takes my purse away from the door in the hall way and*heads up stairs. I watch him with my mouth wide open and my eyes wide as I see him stomp up the stairs*with*almost my whole life in that bag...**I just sit there, looking up the stairs that are now empty. I feel a scream building up in my throat... I think to my self, 'that won't get you know where Jay, don't do it'. I calm my self and turn on the TV and try not to think about all of what he took... but can't help my travesti istanbul self. My cellphone was in there... my keys... my money! Everything is gone, all I have left is my laptop and my brother is borrowing that... God, what to do now? Maybe my brother was done with my laptop... or maybe he wasn't, we'd find out now won't we?I jump up and almost run up the stairs but slow down about half way and think... its my damn stuff, daddy doesn't have the right to it! I'm going to go into his room and get my damn stuff back, I look up at the clock as I start up the stairs and realize I was sitting down in the living room for almost a hour and half watching shit on the TV. I got to the top of the stairs and stop... it's almost midnight, he might be asleep, maybe it will be easier if I just sneak in there now. Yeah, that sound good.I walk down the hall in my high heels, them making almost no sound on the carpet. I was dressed in a nice short skirt, heels and V necked tank top. I was ready to go out buddy. I slowly ease to my daddy's bedroom door and put my ear against the door to see if I hear anything. I hear nothing so I slowly ease my hand down the door knob and ease the door open quietly, I peak in through the door to see if daddy is really asleep.