She took it and gracefully rose. No matter what my other feelings for her were at the time, I recognized something in her that could only be described...as quality. She had it. She preceded me out the door and down the hall to the staircase that led up toward the second floor and into the master bedroom. The room was twice as large as the one I tried on the suit in. I dropped the pants I was wearing and slipped out of the transparent briefs. The shirt came off and dropped onto the pile. She stood. I nodded. "What are you going to do?"She grinned. "Use some yard space at Oscar's shop. As we speak, he's building a shed roof to protect the piece. I'll do all the forged pieces here and the cutting and welding there." That sounds workable," I said."Crating and shipping that monster will be a bearcat, Brent. I'm glad you made the pharmaceutical company responsible." We'll need to change the ceiling height on your new studio," I said.She shook her head. "Don't. The problem isn't ceiling height,. He pulled frantically at his bonds, but they were secure preventing him from virtually any movement. He tried screaming through his ball-gag, begging her not to insert the dildo into him but Vanessa had already made up her mind.'Trust me honey, your gonna love it. Now, just relax a little.' said Vanessa as she shuffled herself to the foot of the bed and bent a little lower.Peter clenched his buttocks as hard as he could, preventing her from inserting the dildo in him.Vanessa looked up and. My whisper was a plea, I could hardly believe it but I was actually begging my own father for sex. Daddy kept sucking my nipples, then ran his tongue down my navel towards my trimmed pussy. I knew he wanted to lick me there, probably wanted me to cum in his mouth so he could taste and drink up his little girls juices, but I couldn't wait to have his cock inside me. Anything else would be a form of torture.I started to buck against the restraint of the headband daddy had tied me with. I wiggled.