I was usually good to take a lot at once, but his fingers were thick as rolls of nickels, and I was a little nervous that I might have gotten myself i...to more than I could handle. It was too late though. He spread me open with one hand and started slowly fingering me, opening my pussy up for him to do his will. “Whose pussy is this?” he asked forcefully. “Yours, Daddy.” When I said that he popped a third finger in and shook his hand back and forth. I could feel him rubbing my prostate, each. . but I won’t. I will string them along for awhile though; it’s nice to get all of the wining and dining attention, particularly from Emily.”Ted finished his second wine glass and stared hard at the half-full bottle and reached for it hesitantly. He almost put the bottle back down but after a moment of thought he poured himself another glass. Ted had been a rather thirsty party-hearty fratboy back in his college days but he mostly quit entirely after joining his father’s law firm. The genetics. Maeson was sitting in his chair, one hand on his hard on when he pulled his watch up to look at it, “Twenty minutes over the mark,” he told her, “you were late on completing your chores, - though you did exceed the two hours under the bar...” When Maeson told her this he wasn’t upset, or angry, it just simply was. For him it was a boon either way. Getting up, he pulled his cargo shorts off and put them to the side, then stripped off his shirt. “You don’t get to orgasm today, young lady,” he. She stood proudly, pushing her chest out and standing with legs apart. She stared straight ahead and waited to hear what his reply would be. She was proud of her body, especially after all these years. The effect of the curse over the centuries had kept her relatively young looking. There was only a slight sag to her breasts and, though they were not exceptionally large, were still prominent on her chest. She had very few blemishes or wrinkles, though there were scars from battles she had.