Fearing I'd be molested and fearing more I wouldn't be. Then Samantha told me her solution, it works she is free now, free to love you, free of fear a...d free of the threat. If I am your slave Daddy, I am free, freer then other girls". And Nora was crying, tears rolling down her beautiful face."Nora you are from this second on mine, mine to use, own and fuck, my slut, whore and property." Her crying stopped her pretty eyes glowed with joy. "But Samantha you and Nora will not invite anyone else,. " I whispered softly. Then he was out of his chair and looked at me. He stood right in front of me. I thought he was going to sit on my lap at any second. But he didn't.Ian just stood there. He bent through his knees a bit so he was eye-level with me. "I always know what you are thinking while you are feeding us, especially what you were thinking this morning."And then he leaned closer and touched my lips with his. I bit by bottom lip.So dreams, even stupid fantasies like the ones I have had. I lift up on my toe and I pull him down into me. My mouth finding his and I kiss him. The taste of Irish coffee and chocolate fuse into our kiss. I let out a soft moan. I can't help but think Jack will pull away, but he doesn't. His arms circle around me and hold me close. His hands are on my ass, squeezing slightly.His tongue seeks out mine and we kiss deeply. My head swims with concupiscence. A sexual desire I've only had for my husband for so long. I thirst on the liquid fire of Jack's hot. After the many frustrating years of her teens, Emily has learned to let these marauding hands do as they like and enjoy the rides, which at times can be overwhelming. Her sharp meaty smell now rises to mingle with the warm air already scented with lavender from the dry satchel hanging up. But Emily needs to hurry now and places a little cushion on the little oil-filled heater then mounts it like a tiny pony. The electric heat rises into her skirt and crotch, now bare after she has swiftly.