Louise kept saying “Sorry daddy” over and over again. “Don’t worry” I said “We have all been there!” ... Then suddenly she started to undress herself while still continue to say “Sorry” over and over again. I couldn’t take my eyes of her as she striped off, down just to her tiny panties. Her cute pert tits and very hard pink nipples, they looked so very suckable. She then just lay down on the bed, looking so sweet and innocent, it’s was. She had long dark brown hair flowing loosely around her shoulders. Marsha was wearing a red scoop-necked shirt that was stretched by her large boobs; he couldn't tell if she wore a bra on those tits. Her black skirt came halfway down her dark thighs, holding tight to her big beautiful ass. Her shirt stopped just short of the skirt, revealing a strip of rounded brown belly. He imagined her on all fours with her skirt flipped up and his stiff cock thrusting in and out of her dark snatch between. “Please!” she begged. “My mother can’t see a bad grade. I really need this!” She kneeled down and put her hands together. “Please.” she said again. Overdramatic much?“Okay this is getting kind of-““Please please please!” she interrupted. She bent down and started kissing my shoes. When she bent down I noticed she wasn’t wearing a bra. I saw her entire cleavage. She stood back up and just stared at me, hopefully.“Well what does a slave entail exactly?”“I’ll do whatever you want. Wash your car.. She lies on the bed and reaches for me. We embrace warmly and then we are kissing, at first lovingly, and then with increasing passion.She pulls me to her and I enter her warmth. Her glove-like center caresses me as I feel my love for her overflowing. We slide together slowly, lovingly and express our emotions through our physical beings, our eyes lock in a warm gaze of love and contentment.Crap! Well this is going nowhere! This is so sickeningly sweet I can't even get it up. Some jerk-off.