” Then to me you add, “Don’t you, Slave?” “Yes, Master” I reply breathlessly while you enter me. You begin to pump while Jack rubs his bal...s and cock in my face again. I lap at them the best I can as I start to orgasm. I soon forget all about Jack and try to move with you. “Thank you for fucking me, Master.” I start saying over and over again without prompting. As the pleasure builds the words get louder and louder. You stop before you cum and pull out quickly. “Thank you for fucking me,. “Yeeeeeeeah,” Alyssa cried out again, louder than before.“Oh, Clara,” I said, barely realizing it had been out loud. Then I grunted, my climax approaching gradually but surely.My misstatement wasn’t lost on Alyssa. “Oh, you love fucking your little girl’s ass, don’t you, Daddy?” she asked without missing a beat. I wasn’t sure if she had said those words or if I had just interpreted them the way I wanted to hear them. I also wasn’t sure if she was fantasizing about her dad the way I was my. Her older brothers always treated me as if Iwas the baby of their family and they often knew about my littleaccidents and that I sometimes had to wear their sister's "bloomers"around the house.Besides, most of Wendy's old panties were plain white cotton and apartfrom the edged lacing around the legs and the little pink bow at thefront, didn't seem much different to small boy's tight whites.Anyhow, once my trousers were back on me they use to hide them and apartfrom my Aunty Ann, no one who saw. I heard you two talking about it earlier. Sorry bad joke on my part. But I did kind of fool around with his oldest daughter once. You know the one in drama. It was at a party. I was kind of surprised. At least until I found out that the drinks were messed with. I think they call it spiked or something like that." I could see the truth and a little amusement in her face before it shifted back to sadness. "I have a confession." Sorry what was that? I couldn't shake the image of you with my.