A strange feeling, however, began to flood through me as I moved up the stairs. I wasn’t nervous, anxious perhaps, excited yes, but there was somet...ing else, a feeling that was difficult to explain. The palms of my hands were unusually clammy and my stomach felt as though it were a washing machine completing its final spin. I reached the landing and placed the glasses on a small console table before reaching out and slowly turning the bedroom door knob. Retrieving the drinks, I pushed the. ? Try as I did to quickly think of a way out of this, I couldn’t. I knew she had me and there was nothing I could do about it, at least not for right now. ?OK,? I said extremely reluctantly, ?what do you want me to do.? A big smile came over her face. ?First, unless I tell you differently, you will address me as Mistress Bridget.? I couldn’t believe I had to call such a young girl mistress. This was obscene. I had fantasized sometimes about this kind of relationship but I was. Then i did something by which she got shocked. While kissing I placed my hand near her pussy I’ve pant and started stimulating her. She started grinding on my hands and I immediately lifted and made her sit on my neck and i made a hole in her pant and panty at a stretch and started licking her. It was salty and pungent but I was adamant to fuck her and so I continued licking her.After 5min she came and collapsed by holding my head. Then I started lowering her and placed exactly above my cock.. My daughter's mouth. And now I replay that memory every night when I go to bed. I relive it and stroke my painfully hard cock. Often I can hear Emmie masturbating on the other side of the wall. Often we masturbate together, listening to each other's moans of lust and cries of sexual release. How did I become such a depraved pervert? Oh my dear god... what am I going to do?It was early Saturday afternoon, and Emmie had called me and said she was coming home in about an hour. She was riding with.