She said her mom doesn't understand that she wants to feel pretty and she asked me if she was pretty. I told her she was very pretty and that any boy ...ould be lucky to have her. Then, she asked me how she was pretty and what was so pretty about her. I started to tell her the simple stuff, like her smile and eyes were really nice. Then, she asked for more. At that moment I could feel my balls beginning to tingle and my dick was starting to get hard. I had my hand on her lower back and was. " Duhhhh," I grinned."Would you like something to drink?" he asked."Do you have any wine?"He nodded and left for the kitchen. I took off my coat and shoes and curled up in his chair. His room was typically male, with clothes strewn over the floor and electronic equipment all over the place. Bookshelves covered one wall from floor to ceiling, and light classical music came softly through hidden speakers.He came back with a bottle of white wine and a tray of cheeses and crackers; he poured two. Put it up on streaming sites so anonymous perverts can jerk off to you and humiliate you with nasty commentssissysammi: omg that made my sissy clitty spurt in my panties.. wow.. Daddy does know what a dirty whore sissy slave needs gigglepr0n_Glutton: going forward, all your clothes will be sold and replaced by clothes and shoes spunked by men, so when you go out, everybody is well aware that you're a fuck whore http://www.imagefap.com/photo/1769718949/?pgid=&gid=4146219&page=0pr0n_Glutton: you. Sound good? Saturday morning alright no work today for my dad. He always cooked the best breakfasts on Saturday. Yeah sure, I replied dont let me stop you. We laughed. After a few minutes my dad got up and walked back to the kitchen. He had an internal clock that could have been Quartz. Perfect timing for everything. Cynthia and my sister came into the room, next. Neither looked like they got much sleep. Did you sleep out here? My sister asked. She looked puzzled. Yeah he couldnt make it.