She looked at me for confirmation. “Kristen, Dad makes me feel amazing. It is like an addiction its so good. He makes me cum over and over. I have n...ver had anything feel like that.” Daddy kissed Kristen softly on her cheek. I sat down next to them on the bed. He was stroking her hair gently and whispering in her ear. He wrapped his arm around her chest and his arm brushed her breasts. Kristen was a bit more developed than me. At sixteen she had firm 34B tits. She had long brown hair the same. She bounced at their feet, rocking the bed, waking her parents. “What?” said Mommy, muzzy with sleep. “Hey,” said Daddy with his cute crooked grin. Cassie sat at the edge of the bed and grinned back. “Both of you are my slaves now, my slaves today, and that means for sex, too, okay?” Immediately, Janice realized the game. Janice thought, oh my god this is gonna be fun. I want my daughter to make me do whatever the hell she wants! Mommy smiled and said, “Tell me what you want me to. Mixed feelings of shame, anger and terror washed over as her, and she instinctively wrapped one arm over her breasts and placed her other hand over her sex to try and hide herself from him. She tried to scream at him, to scream at herself to do something, but found that she could do little more than gape in increasing disbelief.“Stand up straight and arms at your sides, Ms Thomas,” he nudged gently, and to her dismay her arms fell away, exposing herself to him once again. “I know you must be. She recalled also the round window through which she saw the waters of the lake, the mist-blue fields, the transparent sky, the light air of the Galilaean country. The house was surrounded by pink flax and tamarisks. Thorny caper bushes raised their green heads at hazard over the fine mist of the blue-grass. Little girls bathed in a limpid brook where red shells could be found under tufts of laurel blossoms. And there were flowers on the water, flowers in all the meadow and great lilies on the.