“On your knees, slut”, I said to my own daughter. My mind wrestled again with the moral implications of what was happening. Did I really want to...have my own daughter as a sex-slave, a mere toy to be used and put away until it was time to use her again? But as Marci fell quietly to her knees, and her sobbing abated, my mind was made up. “Pull out daddy’s cock, you fucking whore”, I commanded.Her hands were slow, but she still her nimble fingers pulled down my zipper and unfastened the. It wasn’t long before a couple of young men offered to rub my sunblock on and I took them up on their offer. However, I wouldn’t let either of them rub the cream on my pussy, I wanted to have a quiet day.Whilst they were rubbing the block on me they were trying to hit on me but I wasn’t having any of it. I had a relatively quiet day with just a couple of guys coming over to me to try to hit on me but I wasn’t interested and just fobbed them off. That was until late afternoon when I started to. She would have been a good catch for him too.Anyway, Anne felt happier and was in the mood to make it up to Keith, her husband.*Anne went to bed a little earlier that night to get herself ready to give Keith a treat.She had a shower and shaved her pussy, whilst rubbing it slightly as it was a little tender, feeling turned on by the fact that she almost got caught fucking at school and how proud she was of her promotion.Towelling herself down, she admired herself in the mirror. She was in good. As you had shaved your pussy before we had gone out I could see that your lips were either side of your panties surrounding the fabric. I run my fingers along your lips feeling how wet they were. Was this from my fingers or the number of guys who kept manhandling you in order to get your perfect tits back into your dress. You had often told me how you fantasised about more than one man fucking you.I slipped a finger between your panties and your pussy, you just sighed some more and pushed your.