The brush was lay next to her thigh. Her hands began working down her body slowly, stroking every inch of flesh. Her fingertips grazed over her breast..., her nipples, moving downwards across her soft stomach. Her breathing was fast, she was burning with anticipation. Her hands reached her hot spot. Sweetly she licked one finger, then began circling her clitoris. She felt herself getting wetter. One finger was teasing the opening of her virgin hole. She was ready. Her hand reached out for the. I knew. I knew it was Susie this time. And Paul was making love to her. Oh god, I wanted to turn and run but I had to see. I had to see my daughter being used by the neighbor. I had to enjoy it, god forgive me.His room door was wide open. Of course. This was his home. I got on my knees and crawled to the door. I peeked around the edge and saw what I expected. He and Susie were making love.This time he was getting a blow job from my girl. She was drooling all over his cock. She held his balls in. Grabbing the waistband, I skinned them off, noticing how wet they were. She seemed to be getting over her self-consciousness at this point, spreading her legs and inviting me in. There, inches from my face was a triangle of tight red curls, pointing toward her lust swollen, wet, pussy lips. The combined scent of our frenzied lovemaking, mixed with a dab of Chanel greeted my nostrils. I breathed in deeply as my face pressed against the soft flesh of her cunt. I moaned as my tongue tasted her for. I knew, without thinking, what was expected of me. How easily we fall into our new roles, I thought disbelievingly. "Please, mistress, may I remove your shoe?" I asked quietly, lowering my gaze.She nodded, and I repeated the ritual, setting her heel down beside the other, captivated anew by the sight of her dancing toes. I wanted to reach out, to touch her, to caress her, but I knew that I must not. Not until Mistress asked me to."Would you like to" - she paused, as though thinking - "would you.