When I got home daddy was on the couch, his tail shirt a little loose."You miss me?" I purred in his ear, kissing his cheek."Yes princess" he said. He...patted my butt. He often did, but now I knew it meant more.As I walked to my room I wiggled my ass a little more for daddy.-------------------The next day I came home from school. daddy was home alone because he was out of a job. I kissed his cheek and went to my room. I went to the hamper and found the panties he jacked off in.I mustered up. In both cases you have no control. You don't set the rhythm. You don't take breaks unless told to. You never use your hands unless he says so. You just open your mouth and take his cock as deep as it goes. Not "as deep as you can"! Your lower lip should touch his balls. If he holds you down, don't struggle. Remember: you're a slut. He knows you don't like it. That's why he's doing it.HOW TO SWALLOWIf he cums in your mouth, you will always swallow his cum. The only reason you would ever spit out. I reached out and ran my fingers down the length of her muscular body, down to her buttocks and into the recess of her ass. She moaned softly when I gently introduced one finger into her asshole. The muscles of her rectum opened and clenched my finger as it slowly advanced. Grace intoxicatingly watched all of this. Lois kissed her way down over Grace's belly, lower until she was now buried between Grace's fleshy thighs. She licked loudly. Grace's body twitched and arched upward. I momentarily. Would Monday be my day to be special? And what would that mean beyond an undies dress-code?I took a deep breath as I dialed the last number to my combination lock and swung the metal door wide. On the floor of the 20 inch-wide, six foot tall locker was a letter-size manila envelope with my name on it. I put my knapsack down and opened the envelope and read the one page missive. Only the salutation was hand-written; the rest of the letter had been printed on a computer.Victor,Dress Code for the.