An slaps him in the face. Leans toward his face and spits on the red spot she just created. She puts on collar and attaches the leash. She drags him t...rough the house to the bed room where his cage awaits. She commands him to strip with out standing to his feet he does as he is told . She walks up behind him and inserts her thumb. How does my bitch like Mrs thumb in his ass she asks. He replies it brings him pleasure . She pulls her thumb from his hole and the hole retracts to normal size... . I crawled back out of the tunnel and headed home. As I came in view of my house, I realized I had locked myself out. Sighing, I walked up to the door to think. Right as I had bent down to look for the spare, the door opened and there stood my father, wearing nothing but his boxer shorts. "Out for a run?" He asked, looking at me expectantly, almost nervous of something. "Just like every morning." I grinned back, walking through the thresh hold of my home. As I passed my father, his hand brushed. ” Her hand pressed down on my head. “Now, suck my clit!” I sucked her swollen pearl between my lips, finally eager to claim my price, and rubbed the length of my tongue over it. I suckled and nibbled at it, and now each touch got the desired response of moans and shivers. Her hand buried itself in my hair, her fingernails dug into my scalp, but I didn’t mind right then, because I could feel her tremors intensify, and then she gave a high-pitched yelp which was followed by a long, drawn-out. I watched her, catching a glimpse of her ass every once and awhile. Lunch time rolled around and she asked me what I wanted to eat, I told her I didn’t care, she smile at me and she said oh really I said yeah. As I sat there on the floor, she stood up and walked over to me, lifting her shirt up she said,” well how about you eat this”. I looked at her in shock I told her she was married to my dad and it would be wrong. She laughed and told me that she and my dad hadn’t done anything sexual in.