I bounded down the stairs onto the ground floor. I didn't smell any evidence of cooking."Sarah?" I called out.Silence.I rounded the corner into the ki...chen. Once again I was greeted to nothing but an immaculately clean room.She must have cleared away last night's dinner.I briefly wondered if she had run away, until I spotted a note lying neatly on the kitchen counter.It was addressed 'Master.'It wasn't sealed, and I flicked it open with my thumb.'Dear Master,I'm sorry about arguing with you. Unzipping himself, he started working his cock back to full hardness, as he watched Chico fuck his daughter again. Chico showed no signs of slowing down, and John could see the knot banging against his daughter's pussy lips, demanding entry. The moans of pleasure coming from his sweet daughter's mouth left no doubt that she was in seventh heaven, courtesy of the relentless dog cock banging away at her young cunt. She noticed a reflection from the kitchen, as the sunlight caught the polished. Behind your thin eyelids, I can see the flickers of your eyes as you slip into a Rem level of sleep and I wonder what you are dreaming. Could it be of last night’s pleasure we shared for so long? Or are they dreams of our happy family life together with our babe? Either way, I wish I could be there inside your dreams to partake of your joy. Your chest is rising and falling slowly with each breath and the soft yet firm mounds of your breasts rise with them. Whatever your dream, it must be. I watched them all as their mouths opened slightly, and their faces became a mixture of nostalgia, slight emotional pain and lust.It was if they were all being reminded of a long lost love, memories previously locked deep inside their hearts. The couple in matching Armani apparel began to dance sensually. One lady in particular had found a chair, but she turned it around and slowly straddled it with her chest to its back, much like a man would sit. In this position she let her hair down, cocked.