“Look at the screen, little one. See how she loves it? How she moans for more?”“Yes, Mistress.” Where did that come from?“Mistress? I’m no... your Mistress you little bitch. Just because you’re a wanton little hussy willing to take the first good fucking that came along doesn’t mean you’re my slave…. Not yet anyway.” My god, I really had no choice anymore, did I? And it all felt so good…Quickly the skin-tight skirt was hiked up over my hips as my pre-lubed hole ached for fulfillment. My Mistress. This was a great help to Julie and me because it meant that we could follow up on our plans with Marg and Cherie without any fear of it impacting our work.Once we had settled into our house, Julie and I went out to see Marg and Cherie. As I parked my car in the driveway they both came out from their unit with big smiles all around.“Hello, you pair, how are you going,” Cherie called out as we alighted from the car.“We are great, mate. How’s my favourite princess?” I said as I took her in my arms. ”I swigged a large gulp of scotch. Jesus Christ! I molested my own daughter? What sort of father was I? Stunned was an understatement for how I felt.While my brain just about exploded trying to grapple with the news, Addison rose and straddled my lap. She smiled, leaned forward, her hands on my shoulders, and kissed me. Her lips were soft and warm, her pressure gentle, and then her eyes winked out, she tilted her head, and pressed her lips harder, and just like that I was kissing my. On one street corner we spotted a young black girl with big tits. Because of the way she was dressed and the way she was just walking around on the corner that she was on we were pretty sure that she was a street hooker. During the remainder of the ride home we made comments like, "Now there's a working girl", "I'd like to get me some of that", "She could get me harder than I have been in years", "Back in the day I could have ridden that all day" and "She may be black on the outside but they're.