.? The sound of moths’ wings beating, caressing the ground in lamb’s-wool slippers... All hope of escape evaporated. * * * * * * * *Life during th... succeeding weeks was monotonous: exercise, cleaning, cooking, deportment training, limited recreation, lights out at ten-thirty. What I missed most was coffee. Fortunately, my system had been depleted of caffeine while I was unconscious so I didn’t suffer withdrawal symptoms, but water – essential for all living things, including imprisoned. She could have made herself cum by massaging that swollen love button, but she didn't want to, at least not then. Sometimes she climaxed from playing with her pussy while in bed by herself, but it was so much more fun when her daddy brought her to an orgasm with his mouth. They both loved it when she lay in her bed and he buried his face in her pussy, and she gave him her own kind of candy. Her daddy enjoyed that just as much as she enjoyed the candy he gave her.Frank knew he was going to cum. The first thing that came to mind was a scene from one of our porn movies where a woman was having wild sex with two well-hung studs. I could recall Vicki's visible arousal when watching that particular scene, and how good the sex was afterward, so I began weaving a little magic. “I want you think of another man in bed with us” I said. Not sure exactly how she would respond to the suggestion. Vicki gave me a giggle and an agreeable moan, so I began moving my fingers down further into her pussy,. . come what may, as she watched the man compose himself, shesmiled and concluded that a good bit of progress had been made - in atleast as far as he was willing to detail these... episodic delusions andother schisms, she mused. Rising, she returned to her desk to pen him infor his next session and shook his hand before he left - Claudiaremarking inwardly that he cut a fine figure, if it wasn't for thisproblem, with his good build, crop of blonde hair and green eyes.Or was it blue.Wasn't it.