It wouldn't take me long before my cock was so stiff it was laying on my stomach with the head past my belly button and the one eye staring at me. Th... large purple head would look to be bursting and precum would always be starting to form like dew at the tip. I started to get a bit more bold with the passing of time, never being caught or questioned about my activities. I finally began to wear the panties and bras, along with slips and sundresses. One of the favorite things was nylons. She. I wanted to be my daddy's little whore, and now I was. He was having me spanked before the entire class. He was controlling us all. We were all his slaves.“Whip that ass red, Mrs. Faye!” Dolly moaned. “Spank that slut!” groaned Alan.“Such a dirty whore!” panted Carl. “Her pussy's only for her dad!”“Yes, yes, yes!” I moaned, loving this. “Daddy! Daddy! I'm your personal slut!” CRACK!I bucked at that, my cunt clenching. The pleasure surged through me. I whimpered and moaned, my nipples throbbing. He grabbed his cock, guiding into my pussy, and rammed into me. My eyes widened as my son slid back into my pussy. Back into where he came from.It was so hot. My thighs locked around him as I savored the incestuous plunge of his cock into my dripping pussy.My tits bounced as he buried into me. Then he drew back, pleasure crossing his face as he felt my pussy gripping his dick, and slammed back into me. He buried his cock over and over into my depths, driving me wild, making me ache and shudder. We’re close now. It won’t be much longer, I promise. Eat up, we may be moving soon.”Finch nodded, feeling anxious. He’d learned just hours earlier that his father was in Genoa and that they were going to see him. It felt like years since they’d been separated at Victor’s mansion. He’d almost given up hope that his father was still alive.The food was palatable but plastic in his mouth, his nerves and the weeks of running had made that part of each day less than satisfying. Finch longed to go.