I heard Saylor’s soft voice as she asked, “Grandmother, if you want me to, I will kiss your pussy and make you wet, before I push Derek’s cock i...side you.”“YES! Kiss my pussy, Saylor. Kiss my pussy and make me very wet so I can take this beautiful American cock. I want to have four American babies and I want Derek to be the father of each of them. Hurry and make my pussy wet, I need to fuck this American Cock, NOW!”I could feel Saylor’s hair on my balls as she licked and sucked her. He needed her back.Similar thoughts, but of a different reason and inference, coursed through the Princess's mind. She had come to accept the unacceptable a month ago - the truth that she had fallen in love with her father. It was a conscious decision, arrived at not because there were no other men for her to romanticize, but for the simple reason that she had understood him, as he had understood her. She had grown to love the man that had given her life. She loved him with all her heart.In her. So I waited about twenty secondsand then quietly opened the door. Due to all the steam, I couldn't see anything clearly, but I could make outone person on their knees in front of another, with his head bobbing up anddown. This was sufficient information! My cock quickly rose to a good lengthand I walked in. They quickly scurried out of position and tried to hidetheir erections. I smiled and said "It's ok", and I stroked my long pole. I was quite surprised when I looked more closely at. .. 29... 30... Straighten up. Click.Shake. Drop the clean item in the basket. Long turn back towards the big,smelly pile. Click. Repeat.Every single thing I wash requires this torturous process repeated overand over again... I am in sexy hell, or torturous heaven, either way,impaled, shocked, suffocated, cramped, I am delirious with humiliation,shame, discomfort, and insane, all-consuming horniness... I know he iswatching me. He is not alone ? there are cameras, staring at me with theeyes of.