You are given ashort break before two more contestants are brought out and inevitablythey get to fuck you again. You are subjected to one more round a...d to behonest have almost given up hope of finding the plug, still the hope offreedom beckons. Once again though you fail and are subjected to onefinal brutal fucking.The skiny women leads you to the corner where the water and donuts wait.The ring Mistress is also there with a wicked grin on her face. Shebrandishes the mud slick plug in your face. But I thought about Jess and Dean and even Tristan this morning. I still feel attracted to guys." She grinned impishly. "I feel MORE attracted to you though." I see what you mean," said Paris thoughtfully. A grin crossed her face. "Yes, I DO see what you mean. Guys still are cute to me too when I think about them, which I have to admit isn't that easy when I'm sitting here with you."Rory giggled deep in her throat. "And especially when now it's you holding my boob?"Paris looked down as though. Her mother died from complications with breast cancer. I was heart broken to say the least and I was even more scared dealing with the idea of raising a teenage daughter. During those trying years, there were plenty of times that my police academy training left me ill prepared for the challenges that I faced at home.My daughter Kayla grew into a beautiful young woman with dark black hair like her mother's. Her skin was fair and her smile was bright and cheerful as she grinned. As her father, I. What could I do? Let myself be considered a lesbian, a dyke, by my best friend? Or confess my real object of my captivation. "It’s," my voice shook and I had to look away, "it’s the panties. They are so pretty and soft." There it was. She threw back her head and laughed. "My panties? You think you can tell me that you’ve been ogling me like that because you like my panties? Oh, come on!" "It’s the truth!" I wanted to cross my arms in front of me and pout, but I would inevitably touch her by.