Emily gobbled her food up and cleaned her plate. Mike was an excellent cook, and he took pride in making our food.“Why don’t you make my mom cook?...�� Emily asked him over breakfast.“Your mom is good for cleaning, yard work, sucking and fucking but not cooking,” Mike answered her. I had told Mike I never picked up my mother’s knack for cooking.“I wouldn’t know. All she has ever made me was microwave dinners,” Emily wasn’t exaggerating. I never cooked, but I thought I was doing her a favor because. Her fingers pulled apart my pussy lips opening me like an exotic fruit. A finger or thumb began to stroke my clit flicking it up and down and two fingers pushed deep inside me. Mistress took hold of my chin, tilting my head backwards, forcing me to look into her dark brown, almost black eyes.“Having fun, Slut?” she asked mockingly.A wave of pleasure started to spread over me and I closed my eyes. I was slapped sharply across my cheek.“Did I say you could close your eyes? Look at me, Slut,” she. Finally, after some coughing and blowing into microphones and moving around of folding chairs, everything was in readiness. Having finished her labors of love, Donna rejoined Katie and Kevin and, minutes later, the school principal came out to welcome all parents and friends to the Winter Holiday program. He spoke for only a few minutes, because he was aware that everybody in the audience was there to see the children, especially their own, and he announced that the Kindergarten class would go. This was not the Daddy I knew and loved. He took my hand and made me stand up, then he sat down again and pulled me near him. He took my bra off and stared at my breasts. After a little while he ran his thumb across my left nipple and it got hard. Daddy please&hellip, Shhhh He then took his other thumb and did the same thing making the other one stand hard too. I knew I shouldnt like it but I did. He then put his hands over my breasts and started massaging them slowly. He kept massaging one and.