Time passed and I was still in wedded bliss and a daddy too. To help Ruth we hired a nanny, she was from the Philippines and was eighteen.All of my go...d work finally came to the attention of the bosses. It was that good work that got me on the Christmas party list.I am now twenty-six, we have been married thirty-nine months, and Randolph our son is eighteen months old. The nanny is twenty. The year of the whore is about to start. The party was one week before Christmas day.That Christmas my. “Do you love me, Daddy?” I moaned.“I do,” he panted, his fingers pinching my nipples. I squealed in delight. “I love you, too, Daddy!”I rode him as fast as I could. My thighs flexed as I slid my pussy up and down his cock. This amazing pleasure surged through my body. It was awesome. I groaned, the incestuous friction that blazed in my pussy brought me closer and closer to my climax.My blonde hair danced around my shoulders. I whimpered and moaned, the pleasure swelling in me. I squeezed my. "Some boys! They attacked me! Look there they go, across by those goalposts."Jemima turned and spotted the sprinting boys but they were now too faraway to be identified. Anyway, there was no hope of us corseted sissiesever catching them. Our corsets made sure of that. Instead, Jemima gaveme a hug and started to help me clean myself up. She studied my mouththoughtfully."Your lips, they're all bruised darling. Come on, we'll have to tellMistress Portia."All thoughts of the game of 'hide and seek'. I didn't let up the pace, and I kept finger fucking her until her whole body became wracked with an intense sexual release the likes of which I had rarely seen before. I stayed right with her as her body convulsed, and her face screwed up in a weird grimace, even as she unashamedly let her verbal response fill my ears:"Oh my god…oh my god…oh yes, OH YES! Please!!!! Oh god YES!!!! Oh Uncle James!!!! SO GOOD!! SO GOOD!!! PLEASE!! HARDER!!! FUCK ME HARDER!!! OH PLEASE!!! YEAH, LIKE.