He guided me to the couch. "Spill. I want to know everything." Um...," I mumbled."Tell me, El," he said, his voice low."I like you," I blurted out. Th...re, I said it. Now he'd know and I had ruined our friendship. Tears formed and I tried to blink them away."El," his voice was soft. I looked up at him hesitantly, and he kissed me. "I love you El. I always have." Everything was happening too fast. First the kiss, now the words. What was going on? Did he really love me? Or was he saying it to. AS I looked up John pulled his towel off and spoke again "SUCK YOUR MASTERS COCK SLAVE" Which I did. I hadn't saw a cock in almost 7 years so I really loved the feel of his beaufully black cock going in and out of my mouth. After some time Master John grabbed the back of my head and said "I'm cumming" and he did my mouth was filled in 2 pumps of his large cock. It was then I heard Master Ted say my turn. Now master Ted was more of the loving type. He had me lay beside him on the bed and talked. She was dazzling now that she was fixed up. Hair pulled back in a simple ponytail, her makeup was the perfect, unnoticeable way it always looked. She wore a football jersey with my number - in fact it was my jersey - that came down to well below her pussy line, and a pair of yellow shorts that matched the colored number on the jersey. How do girls do that? My jersey was in my drawer, and she had something that matched the color of the numbering. Unbelievable. She had on some pale-yellow leg. 'You think I do those things daddy'?I could see his nostrils flare as he looked up into my almond shaped eyes, wide and pleading, vulnerable and inviting.'I hear you at night', he whispered, 'I hear your moaning', he sounded like a little boy, scared of sex, instead of a father talking to his f******n year old daughter.'Ok, so I masturbate, Polish my Pearl, all girls my age do it daddy, I am growing up now'.'Wow', I thought to myself, I sounded like I did when amongst my friends at school. I.