While Sadism and Masochism was in fact a part of the BDSM acronym, it was not a complete description of what BDSM was. Returning to the search screen...he replaced BDSM with Domination/submission and pressed Search. As before, the first link led to a page full of images. But unlike the last page that left him feeling disgusted, he was now seeing more images that sent his pulse racing. Images of beautiful women of all figures in various positions of submission scrolled past the screen as he moved. That’s when I felt how absolutely wet I was down there. I was so sensitive, not only the hurt area. My pussy pressing against the mattress made me moan.I looked around, to my white and yellow room - my favorite color, all decorated as cute as possible, the way he had done it for me - his little girl. I felt so confused, but at the same time I felt this crazy excitement. I was positive he had left the house in a rush not to bend me over, right there on the kitchen floor, and fuck me. What was. He kissed my shoulder and worked his way to my neck as his face pushed my long hair out of the way. I moaned at the attention, my eyes closed, and momentarily lost in the feeling. I opened my eyes to find the other three watching and smiling as they got settled.Mark stopped short of taking a chair and looked at Mr. Franklin who gave him a nod. Jake whispered in my ear between kisses, “We have a present for you, Grace. We decided you deserved a new chair.”A new chair? The one I had seemed. The winner in the little contest turned out to be Charity, Abigail’s second daughter, who came out of the house onto the porch and pushed Jacob down into his seat. She was in a family way, but that didn’t stop her from stripping off her night shift, and then kneeling in front of Jacob. She helped him out of his boots and trousers, and then proceeded to open her mouth and take his shaft between her lips. Abigail and Lizzie laughed as Jacob groaned with pleasure, and they sat down in chairs to.