She tried to stride in a confident manner, but she could feel her nerves escalate with each passing step."Hello there. Aren't you supposed to be in be...?" the man asked only half jokingly. "No. I'm an adult", Annette replied. It was true; she was 23 years old. However with her girlish looks and cascading red hair she looked a lot younger than she thought. "Ahh. Well you seem to look a lot younger than that", the man cooed. "Trust me, even though I get carded everywhere I go, I am of age." Well. But fully restrained as she was, she was no longer in control of the pace of sex scene that she was part of. She found that lack of sight and lack of control all very erotic. And her father was in no real hurry. He didn't want to fuck her as much as he wanted to break her. He wanted her to change and he wanted this event to be a seminal part of that… very seminal. And so he continued to touch and kiss her everywhere as she writhed about slowly from all of it, some intense."Pleasure and. By four, she had finished her chores, piled the clean linens on the kid's beds, and settled in the solarium, with a glass of iced tea. Sean got home, soon after Maggie relaxed, poured himself a glass of tea, and joined her. She allowed a short, but intense kiss, before pushing him away, with a smile."Not now baby, we've got to talk. Did you have a nice week-end?" Great, Maggie! The girls were a lot of fun, to be with. We didn't have one fight, all week-end. We got along better than we have in. Is something wrong?" he asked her as he unbuckled his seat belt on the passenger's side."Where ... where are we going?" she sounded really scared."What does it look like slave? We are going in the tattoo shop," and he started to smile at her ... wickedly."Why ... why are we going there ... Master?" she asked him."You are going to get a tattoo," he moved closer to her inside the car."Please don't tattoo me. I never had one and those things hurt. Look I'll do anything else you want me to do ....