”Poppy guided me to the couch. I needed her guidance. That scared the hell out of me. “No, I don’t know… Tell me… tell me what it does.” I...tried to sound firm but my mind was going a little fuzzy and the words were hard to form.“Okay”, Poppy said. “Well, you will lose control over your muscles. Don’t worry, they can still be used, but not actively by you. And your mind will be a little clouded.” This was scary as fuck. What on earth were they doing this for?“Don’t worry, we won’t hurt you”, the. I really don't like flying much.The flight attendant, a pretty Fijian girl whose name tag read Sereana, came by with hot towels to wash away the sleep from our faces, and a few minutes later she came by with some mediocre coffee, some fantastic juice, and a breakfast of small fried 'pancakes', and mango. Quite tasty, though not to Michelle's standards. I was looking forward to her food, after so many days of restaurants and room service.The pilot came on the intercom to welcome us to the. I even started jerking off in bed thinking about her pleasuring herself. Finally I admitted to myself that as bad as it was, I wanted my daughter. Mostly I dreamed of her sucking my cock the way her mother had sucked the big black cock of the guy that was now her master and pimp. Several more times I heard Jan in her room pleasuring herself but I always kept myself from looking in on her for fear that she might catch me. One day I was looking on-line and I found a DVD titled Daddy, please come. In the veranda they would call the entire neighbourhood to play holi, and so we went down to play with them.I was dressed in white salwar kameez as all the other girls were. We played holi till our faces were yellow, red and blue. During this I saw a boy who kept staring at me. It made me extremely uncomfortable, and so I decided to go into the house for a shower.As I went into the bathroom of one of the rooms on the third floor, I saw the colours that the others before me had washed off. I.