In fact as I pushed the key in the lock I fantasized about sticking my cock in her pussy, she had refused to allow it but would let me finger her or l...ck her to an orgasm. “I just don’t want to risk pregnancy,” she would use as an excuse even though I had seen her birth control pill container.“It feels like you are happy to see me as well,” she said as she picked up a handful of panties and turned to face me.“Are you going somewhere?” I asked.“Yes, I was going to tell you when you called but. Again I laughed and started to put the car into acceleration&hellip, I had decided to take us to a secluded spot, seeing as her house is obviously out of the question because of her husband and kid, and my house was not an option as my parents would be home. If it werent for the fact that the town we live in (Burrington) has so many secluded areas we would have been stuck for choice. The other side of town has a large picnic area, renowned for its amazing flora and fauna. It is a popular choice. Thelittle one was sitting quietly right next to her mother, smiling and withmovements and facial expressions asking for the parents' approval. Incontrast, my guys seemed to decide everything by themselves. And I keptrunning after them trying to calm them down. There just had to be donesomething with this. And I was so fascinated by these families havingdaughters. Were these differences relying on genetics alone? Or couldthere be different approaches and upbringings? I have to be honest. . “Your Master’s pleasure is the thing that matters, slave,” I heard a voice inside me say. I was doing my work for Daddy. I was on display for Daddy and Daddy was watching me do it, which he knew I always secretly craved. In that moment everything felt perfect. But then the doorbell rang. Daddy pulled on his gym shorts and went to the front door. From the sound of it, it was his friend, Robbie. I breathed a small sigh of relief because Robbie knew I belonged to Daddy, so there would be far less.
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