He jerked my head hard and called me a fucking whore. I looked up to him and he pushed my head down again. This time he held my head down and made m... gag as I gasped for air. I forced myself up and looked at him with a glare. Daddy smiled, then told me I was a bad girl.He stood up, got undressed and pushed me onto the bed. He used his tie and tied my hands together, then tied my legs to the bed post with my sheet. Daddy had my legs spread wide as he began to finger me. He seen that I was. He had experienced something similar to this with Amber'svibrator, but Connie's ministrations were more pointed, more deliberate,and more intimate than the experimental attention Tyler had with thevibrator. He found himself moaning more, grinding into Connie's facemore, as he simply couldn't help himself... Connie obviously knew whatshe was doing down there. Connie was, indeed, the expert.She continued probing Tyler's pussy with her lips and tongue,alternating attention from clitoris to labia. I didn't know automobiles enough to know if it was his or not.I didn't need to go to work; the world would keep spinning about its axis without me; I could have gone back to bed and *****. Standing, though, had shifted the weight of my bladder. I decided to see to it before bringing a cup of tea back to bed.I cruised his lounge room as the kettle came to a boil. It wasn't a room I was comfortable in. It was stainless steel and black and hard. An oversize television screen dominated the space.. Sir Oswald rarely talked about his wine merchant business which he had operated since leaving military service, but he did have a moan when talking about the expense of thoroughbred ownership, “There’d be no financial concerns if it wasn’t for that bloody Bonaparte fellow messing about with my French trading. Good job the Spanish route remains strong.”Jack’s rising excitement stemmed from two sources. First, of course, was this adventure of running Trafalgar against real quality thoroughbreds,.