"Yes baby," he murmured. I felt his hands begin running thru my hair, caressing my neck with his fingers. I was enjoying his touch and did not really ...otice his hands were slowly maneuvering my face closer and closer to my mother's privates. I opened my mouth to protest when her pushed and held my mouth against her pussy."Lick it sweetie, lick it for daddy," his voice pleaded. "Use your tongue and lap at it, make her wiggle." The warmth of her pussy on my lips was ecstatic and the taste of her. ."Lying back on the kitchen table with his fingers buried inside me. "Finger me, daddy... Make your little girl cum as you've done so many times before... All those times you fucked me with their toys... All those times you let them tell you what to do to me, let them play with me through you... Make me cum on your fingers while I think of them... Help your little girl cum to the thought of other men..."A sob as he started to pound his fingers into me and added his mouth, caressing and sucking. It was not so much private as it was saying 'we want to be private'."Sit down," she said, "Indian style."I sat."Ok, it's a game. And here's how you play. Give me your hands." She pulled my arms behind my back."Hey! What the fuck!" Shut up or forfeit." She barked.I set my jaw and let her tie my hands behind my back. I wasn't sure just how big a jackass I was but if she killed me, at least Jay was nearby to identify the body and knew who saw me last. If, of course, he wasn't there to help bury. What that child inside her is, or will become for that matter, is an open book she only has to read today. She, or he too I guess has a right to know, should know everything long before it becomes anything more than a gleam in it’s Daddy’s eye as the saying used to go. If we ever want to create one it will be superior in every way?” Sharon boasted to Eric.“If we ever decide to have a child Eric I can assure you he...” Monica followed up.“Why a he Monica?” Eric interrupted her.“We still live in.