Emily held out her can and tapped my bourbon bottle. I poured a small amount in for her and she smiled. I figured if she could drink a swig of her dad...��s moonshine, a swig of bourbon in her soft drink wasn’t going to be a big deal.About 12:30pm Red went to buy us all some hotdogs and chips for lunch and by the time he came back, the drivers were getting into their cars and the crews were making their final checks of the equipment. The National Anthem was played, and the command was given over. .She then asked me to close my eyes standing in same posture..I know she is really planning something naughty now..Suddenly I felt her face behind my buttocks..I can feel her soft hands parting my hairy ass cheeks and can sense her face going in between themOhh goooodI can feel her nose between my ass cracks..She started rubbing her face up and downWith hands she holding my cock from behindShaking it same timeHer face now deep buried into my ass crackShe Continued licking for some time... If I wasn’t at 100 percent before that, I am now, as waves of pleasure bring warmth all the way to my cheeks. We look into eachothers eyes as she impales herself upon me, her own wide-eyed, open-jawed expression of unadulterated passion and pleasure mirrored in this moment by my own. For a while, neither of us move, neither of us are willing to let go of the moment. As if waking from a dream, we both realize suddenly where we are, what we’re doing, and who we’re doing it with. We’ve been. The next morning we started our lessons.When I used the name of Uncle Bert to register at the domination castle, I got the head lady herself and not an assistant. I wondered how much time Uncle Bert had spent there to receive such first class treatment. Then, I wondered, since he was really my father, if the love of B&D was genetic or environmental.Mistress Diana, as she called herself, was a British woman with a beautiful accent. She was a giant, standing about six three, not including the six.