How could she be expected not to play with herself? How would Mistress punish her if she caught her again? How often would Mistress ‘reward’ her? ...urely Mistress wouldn’t watch her recorder every single night, surely she must be allowed to play with herself from time to time? Questions buzzed through Rhiana’s head as she sat and waited on the bed, hands shaking atop knees that had turned to jelly as she clamped them together in anxiety. Mistress entered the room thirty minutes after Rhiana had. It flickered against translucent skin.I watched as the two girls slipped from near comatose into gentle sleep. Susan settled into a soft glow, barely visible to me, as Annette continued to be solid. This was a new challenge. I knew I would not have time to paint everything, but I grabbed a small canvas board and focused on building the layers and textures with quickly applied acrylic. The coloring was Annette’s, but the shape and texture were Susan’s. I’d never seen nor experienced anything. She tasted youngand sweet, and I lapped eagerly at hter tight rectum, swirling my tongue between her spread asscheeks, dipping it into her butthole. Heranus was slick and shiny with my saliva, and I smeared a gob of vaseline over the entrance to her asshole. I rubbed my finger over herbutthole, gently pushing some of the lubricant between the crack of her ass and inside of her. Julie purred happily as I worked more of thejelly into her rectum, slowly greasing up the entrance to her asshole. I. You are desperately trying to control yourself. I feel your sphincter tighten. ‘Daddy! Daddy! I neeeeeed to coooome!’ ‘No! You will wait!’ ‘Daddy, pleeease, pleeease, may I pleeease come?’ Now I fuck your relentlessly. Hard. Deep. A minute passes — or two. An ecstatic time of being fucked. Then you scream. ‘Daddy, pleeease.’ I wait — just a few seconds more. I feel you beginning — I know you can’t hold it any longer. ‘Now. Come now. Come for me, Konekochan.’ And you do — explosively. You.