And you said your dick was on fire. I was so enjoying our little game of foreplay, but I so wanted you to fuck me with rapturous and lustful desire. ...y ankles were on your shoulders as you entered my dripping wet pussy. So deep, you thrust your dick with an artful gentle technique. I gasped again as you continued the exquisite action, making me obey your locked position and fanciful tactics. I was trapped as you held onto my ankles and I bowed to your demands my glorious master. My cries would. Then, come home and take a picture of it and send it to me. Then, play with yourself and cum. It sounded simple enough. But sometimes, things just happen that are out of your control. I went to the lingerie shop and browsed through the rows of sexy panties, examining each one with my fingertips, trying to find the perfect one. I stopped in place when I saw something that I knew my Master would like. A sexy feminine light-pink satin G-string, surrounded by a lovely lace trim. Master loves the. .... It went quiet and suddenly she uncrossed her legs and gave me a clear view of her black knickers, she appeared to keep her legs open deliberately. We looked at each other and I was sure something was going to happen there and then. She got off the stool and within seconds we were kissing. I couldn't believe what was happening but we were both kissing passionately ..... Her arms gripped me firmly as I moved my hands down, over, then up her skirt, groping her ass and slipping my fingers. "Cassie," Mother said in a frightened whisper, "Please don't hate me but..." I don't hate you, Mom. I envy you. I can't wait until he has me," I blurted out.That opened the floodgates. We talked without stopping, leaving the table only to eat and pee. She told me more than any child has the right to know about her relationship with Dad and Mr. Johnson and how the three of them fitted together. She told me of her subjugation by Mr. Johnson and the joy-and the pain-it brought her, and how Dad was.