Look at my hands, feel what they’re doing but don’t watch me.’ From her shoulders my hands slide up into her hair. Her eyes droop closed as I ma...sage her scalp. ‘Keep your eyes open. Watch .’ My hands come down softly across her face, across her lips, down her neck to the top of her chest. The top button of her blouse pops open and my hands slide around the outside of her breasts, back over her flat stomach, over her hips and down as far as I can reach. Then back up along her arms to her. And all she could do was cry silently behind the gag, and submit to this man's attack."How do you like being a sex symbol now, cunt," he grunted as he slammed his 200-plus pounds into her. "This is how my Jenny got treated because of you."Britney could only weep in pain as the father kept fucking her tight pussy as viciously as he could. She could hear his balls slapping at her ass with each hard stroke, and embarrassingly, she could feel herself cumming."NUNNGGHH!" She tried to protest past. She told him of her recent confusion, her gradual change, and ofthe epiphany she had just experienced. At first, his face showed some angerwhich gave way to disappointment and finally he was nodding his head. He understood!He told of a similar experience, when he realized he was not a Dom, but a sub.He told her he not only understood but that he had sensed her confusion earlier.They clasped hands and shared a look, the look of two people who have foundtheir place in life and love even if it. .The second time I awoke this morning, it was to find the two women again in a 69, straining quietly against each other. That must have been what I noticed, the bed was shaking slightly. Neither could see me with their face plastered to the other's pussy, in between her thighs. The smell was delicious and the sight was indeed enough to wake my prick from the dead. It quickly got rock hard, but the question was, where did I want to put this, how did I want to interrupt them? I slid out of bed.