“Now, I want you to count to 10,” I whisper in your ear, “Master says so.” “1” you whimper out softly, SMACK. “2,” you say tensing ...p, not feeling a smack you relax getting ready to say 3 when SMACK comes spanking number 2. “I’m sorry sir, 3,” you say, trying to stay relaxed, SMACK. “4,” you cry out, SMACK. “5,” SMACK, “6,” SMACK, “7,” SMACK, “8,” SMACK, “9,” SMACK, “10” I don’t smack you on 10, instead I sit you up, and sit in front of you, pulling your face to look me in the eyes. “Do. Daddy knows what he is doing”.With that I leaned in and placed my head between her legs. I could smell the sweet aroma of her sex and wanted a taste. I stuck my tongue out and started licking her slowly up and down her smooth hairless slit, enjoying how my daughter tasted, I hadn’t tasted a pre teen pussy since I was at Junior high. She was most definitely ready.I slowly teased up and down careful not to get her clit just yet. Making her squirm and push down on my face. She was breathing really. Frank pulled out and came all over my stomach. At this moment Ed moved between my legs and asked Frank and Morgan to hold my legs open. He started to push his way inside and I was in the sweetest pain you can imagine. I felt I was being spread wide open by his massive cock and wanted more of him. Once he was inside me he gave me sometime to adjust and started moving. He started to make me cream all over him and when he was at full speed I was gushing all over him. I got him soaked and he. "What are you doing here?" It's a fashion boutique," I giggle. "Use your imagination! Morerelevantly, what are YOU doing here?" Who are you talking to?" Stuart asks. It should go without saying thishis eyes go as wide as dinner plates when he sees who I'm talking to."YOU?" Stuart asks angrily. "What are YOU doing here? Did you planthis?" Stop being so paranoid!" I snap at my boyfriend. "Though that's twopeople now who've asked you what you're doing here..." Same thing he is," Paul says smugly,.