“Little girls have smooth little pussies and you’re a little girl. Daddy doesn’t want you to grow up. He likes to take care of you. Does it make...you feel special here too, Love?” He began to flick his finger over my clit and I saw that my nub was starting to harden and peek out from under its hood.I giggled. “Mmmmm…that makes me tingle there, Daddy! It kinda feels like I gotta make peepee sometimes! I like it lots!” I cooed happily, completely shedding my pouty attitude from before.He laughed. Now Mark could see the bindingsbelow the knee, and a complex weave of silk about the lower calf. The firm fairflesh between the bands was like an erotic caricature of a curvaceous female leg.The carefully dressed bindings at knee and ankle, elbow and wrist supported theample flesh of her limbs and prevented any sagging. The girl shifted her weightonto the forward leg, and slowly rose. With a fluid arm movement and swaying ofhips, she turned her back to the spectators and began a slow,. After dinner I retired to my office, I wanted to be able to hear the discussion that I knew was coming between my wife and Sara.Just as I predicted they were in the living room, quiet at first. Slowly, they began to talk about the weekend. Tammy finally coaxed Sara into giving her all the details of our fuck weekend. A sense of pride washed over me when Sara described what a good lover I was. I didn’t like her using the term lover and I could tell neither did Tammy.They had a good laugh when. Her fingers wrapped around the bars of my bed as her legs wrapped firmly around my shoulders to fulfill her need to grab a grip on something. Hips attempting to escape the intense stimulation. Deep arches taking formation in her back. Still nowhere to run. No where to hide. Nor was there any longer a desire to hide. My fingers and tongue danced within her pool until my thirst was quenched. Her body shivering as my tongue rolled up her stomach pushing her shirt toward her chin. my finger tips.