“Yes… Daddy Yes...” I moaned softly as my head tossed and I bucked my hips. When my head was turned, I looked and saw him still there watching....He was nearly in the dark of the hall standing under the door frame, I knew he seen me notice him. I could barely make out his hand moving as he was clearly stroking his cock as he watched. Something about this pleased me that I had this effect on him. Dad’s tongue and now fingers were becoming too much and I was struggling not to scream out, instead. Jennifer got out her cell phone and called a number she had ready."Hello, is this Panopticon Property Monitoring?" She stood up to leavethe room just as Cecilia returned with his Maid's Notebook on a silvertray.Cecilia curtsied and presented the notebook to Ms. Anderson."You present very well," she commented. "Is it something you weretrained to do?" Yes, Ms. Anderson."She took the book and began leafing through it. "I see you performmassages," she remarked. She flipped to another page. "And. Whatshould you say when he talks about moisturizers and well, lip gloss?" Frankie watched Oprah pause for effect."And what should you do when he wants to have his nails manicured or whenhe wants to wear concealer or liner? Should you worry about yoursexuality or his? How about when your hubby wants to talk about hisfeelings? Well, we've got some experts on the show today who can answeryour questions and maybe pose some new ones. One of my guests is new andone you'll welcome back." "My first. "It's all I had," she said.Shaking in my entire body I took some oil and rubbed it along her crack. I found the rose and pressed. Her moth opened in slight surprise. I pushed my finger in, slowly. I looked at her face. Pain and pleasure started to linger in her eyes. "That's enough warm-up. I want to give you the real deal," she said.I was shaking like one big, horny thing now. I scooted closer to the honey trap. I put my cock head up agains her anus, and slowly, agonisingly slowly, started to.