"Enjoy meeting my family? They're a bunch of loons, I know," I say as I start to strip down to get into my pajamas, Chris has already seen my body so ... didn't worry about him watching."When I imagined meeting your family, I didn't imagine meeting them all at once. I mean your mom and sister yea, but jeez. I could feel all them mentally judging me," he replies. "And staring at my nose," he adds as an after thought.I giggle while trying to pull my jeans off. "1. I love your big nose. 2. They care. His response scared and excited me both at the same time, he said he was a dominant man into humiliating guys with bondage, spanking, tit torture in fact all round BDSM. I had been wankimg to BDSM for for some weeks, and was thrilled at the chance to be used by a Dom. I was also terrified, what if I didn't enjoy it? What if I wanted him to stop? What if he did things I wasn't comfortable with?We exchanged a few messages about each other, I tried to act all cool and made out I had loads of. My father did not say another word, but let his feelings of my breasts be more obvious. I no longer fought back the noises and let him know how it was affecting me. A quiet trail of whimpers found their way over my tongue before a loud moan. He leaned in and pressed his lips to the top of my head as he groped my entire left breast. I leaned into him with my eyes held shut tightly. No words were exchanged as he began massaging.“Daddy. Wh.What are you doing?”His loud chuckle boomed around the. "No, I am not going to." She chewed on a bit of saliva that was deepinside of her mouth. After her statement, she spat right onto his cheek.He released his hand to wipe it away. His eyes were flaring, lifting upwhile he prepared to yell at her.That was her moment. When his mouth opened, she quickly jumped forward.Her weight carried her so that she could force the feather right againsthis tongue before he pushed his mouth closed. The man struggled, tryingto get her off, but she was already at.