... It's going back in ma'am! It's TORTURE !!!!!!! **Mistress:** lol another demerit. �... **Slave:** Ma'am... It was so close to out so many times ma'am **Mistress:** Mmhm **Slave:** Ma'am I must try to sleep ma'am Ma'am up at five forty five ma'am **Mistress:** Lol. Yes you must try. Good luck with that. **Slave:** Ma'am is it ok ma'am **Mistress:** Sometime this week. He was jealous, that was for sure. Ivy smiled to herself a little. As much as she hated being a third wheel, those two would be the cutest together. Her inner teenage girl was talking. Lindsay and Zach were murmuring to each other, something dirty and inappropriate Ivy assumed, not something she cared about. ‘Kurt?’ Ivy asked. He looked up, a questioning look on his face, eyebrow raised. He was a man of few words. ‘You ok? You are bit quiet today.’ Ivy said. ‘Yeah, just…’ his gaze travelled. I can always enjoy a giant pair of knockers," he replied before he licked me right between them. "Oh, that tickles," I giggled, twitching around. "Good," he answered before he began licking me repeatedly. I felt myself having some mini twitches directly after each lick. "Oh, you are pleasuring me with your tongue, cock and hands, so you must really have a thing for me, Hank." He failed to halt his pleasuring, in fact he pulled out his 'A' game, so to speak. His cock began thrusting a little. Daddy's little girl. All those wonderful intonations from the days when I was King. When I was Daddy the Hero Who Could Do No Wrong. When I was the man who she wanted to marry when she grew up. Betsy, well, she could have a bedroom all her own in our new house. These were the memories that nearly made up for the subsequent eras when I became Daddy, that bastard, and later a seemingly bottomless pot of money. Honey, if you only knew. Which I suppose she actually did. What is the measure of.
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