That was the story of my life until I turned sixteen. I became a needier slut nearly every day. Before long, I was perpetually in heat and begging dad...y to fuck me if his cock wasn’t already inside me.I loved having dad fuck me and I needed all the orgasms daddy gave me in order to feel normal. If dad had to go on a business trip I was suffering by the time he got home. I didn’t care why I needed dad to fuck me. I accepted the fact that I was a slut and needed daddy to pound my pussy more than. We barely managed to stop the car in the driveway as we both had the doors open and headed for the front door of the house. One of my shoes never made it out of the car, the other in the middle of the driveway, my pants almost stayed on until the front porch where I walked out of them, my cock swinging to and fro. Rachel never bothered to put her right tit back into her dress, like the goddess of Venus her tit proudly protruding for all to see in front of her. She lost both her high heals half. At age sixteen Heather went off to a localcollege to continue her education.? Laurahad no such option.? Her Father had diedwhen she was fifteen, plunging the family into financial crisis, she was forcedto leave school at sixteen and find a job.?Some time later Heather also told me that Laura had been experimentingwith drugs. I saw nothing of Laura or her family forabout five months after Heather had left school.? And then one evening the members of my familywere away and I had a few hours to. Caitlin guessed his age to be around nineteen. Devon motioned for him to turn around. His buttocks were slightly pink (evidence he was not a willing servant in tonight's affair) but firm and nicely shaped. Devon smiled and reached around him from behind to take his glass of Champaign knowing it would startle the young man causing him to be uncomfortable. Devon's favorite part of being a Master, like most masters was the power play, he loved to play mind games and push his submissive subjects to.