Whether she loved the man alone or that she simply loved her master because she had to, she didn’t know. It didn’t matter. She liked that feeling ...f enthrallment almost more than anything. She rapped her knuckles on the door frame. ‘All settled for the day.’ He didn’t look at her, but she heard the happy in his voice. ‘I saw you with Edina.’ ‘Your eyes function? Wonderful. Your patients will be pleased.’ He paid the comment no mind. ‘You like it here. You like the work. I see how you worry. She kept glancing at the pictures in the magazine that was lying on the bed and trying to mimic what they were doing. After a few minutes she had a pretty good rhythm going, she was bobbing her head up and down on my cock taking about half of it in her mouth while letting her tongue slide along the sensitive underside of my member. During all this I was in total ecstasy. I felt like my cock was in a warm, wet, paradise and that feeling I had before was quickly coming back again. I knew in the. It was my great grandmother's best cup. It was a painting of her own son and daughter, they were holding hands in some famous park in Budapest. There was a bridge across the Danube River in the background. I quickly went over to retrieve it. It was my mother's favorite, and somehow, it had escaped being damaged, even though it had rolled around on the floor for all that distance. I also found the saucer that belonged with it among the seven undamaged ones.I took the set over to my parents'. Got it. Showering and heading to work, I replied.I got into the shower and steadied myself, putting both hands against the wall under the warm spray. I want to have sex with my daughter. We both want it, I reasoned. But I'm the grown-up here. I'm the one who has to put a stop to this before I ruin my relationship with her, the logical part of my brain argued. You can play with Heather, but you can't fuck her. This is getting out of hand. Your brain is already a fucking mess. Snap out of it!I.