My mind is clouded with the images of my proclivities, the faint feeling of having both my young, wet holes filled, my hair being pulled back while so...eone whispers into my ear to cum like a good little slut. I cannot get home fast enough. My phone buzzes as I receive a new picture, my heart beats faster as I realize it is me. My legs are spread open and tied down, my face blind folded as a cute brunette has her face buried deep in my pussy. I blush as shame rolls over my face, I didn't realize. Rebecca senses went wild, the feeling as his cock pumped up inside her was orgasmic it seemed to be touching every nerve in her body. She placed her hand down between them as to feel the organ inside her, she was mesmerised by the girth of her fathers cock. Baccas sensed her finger nipping his cock then her fingers being wrapped around it.“Feel good?” Baccas smiled down to her.“I don’t think good is the right word, it feels huge inside me!”“As I said sweetheart, big or small you’ll take them. I had no problem with any of that.Hans asked if I had any questions. I had many, but knew more would be revealed in good time, so I just shook my head and said no Sir, Katja is at your service.Katja’s backstory – my cover story – was very similar to my own, which made it easy to remember. Katja was Dutch, from Rotterdam, single, and had no family. She was a second-year vocational student, and was doing her internship as a simple office assistant. If anyone called to check, Hans’ office would. As it turned out, it was a fortnight later. A note was slipped under my front door telling me when it would be, which left me enough time to sort out some new clothes. I had already been told that she wanted me in femme clothes and as what I had worn to the last party were my only femme clothes I needed to order some more. Once the new clothes arrived, I laid them all out on the bed and chose an outfit to wear. I decided on a tiny mini skirt, red top and white stockings. A pretty red bra and.