He led me to the kitchen for some champagne, cheese, crackers as he had promised and some small talk. I thought finally a date that treats me with som... dignity and patience. How ironic considering, what I was about to submit to. We sipped champagne and I tried hard not to appear nervous, but I was like a shy virgin not knowing where to look or when the game of Sir and his submissive would begin. After a few sips and nibbles, he said, ‘OK!” and led me to the lounge room where, a display of his. Approaching me, Yunglooked at me and held my gaze and commanded mewordlessly not to look anywhere else until she wasfinished. She seemed to communicate that she wouldenjoy this as much as I would. But she said, “Prof. M.Are you ready?” I nodded, licking my dry lips. Yung’s technique was unique and wonderful. Her touchwas light, but firm. Instead of lightly wringing thehead of my penis like I had instructed Prof. Kim, sheinstead pulled lightly from the mid-point of my penisto. She could feel it flicking and twitching below her."Oh, you good girl. Kiss daddy," Paul moaned, without meaning to. But it was too late now, his massive cock was almost fully erect, and there was no way that his little girl wouldn't notice. His teenaged, eighteen year old daughter grinned at this and risked slipping a hand up her skirt. She pressed her fingers to her sticky hole, pushing the cotton crotch of her thong inside her and began rubbing and stroking her slit."Daddy, why is your big. "Okay, Little Miss Perfect," he said. "You got me." Yeah, okay. So Gramma knows that stuff too. We've had a few talks." I smirked. "Birds and bees stuff, but not nearly as much useful information as Sherry gave me."He's so cute when I'm winning. "Come on. Let's get this done." Done," he said. "Does your Grandma keep a gun in the house?" No," I giggled. "But she's got a fourteen inch chef's knife. And I think you can outrun 'er." Giggle. "If she heads to the kitchen, take off. You can use the.