My own cock was beginning to swell at the sight. I was so close I could hear the lad’s moans of pleasure as she gently rhythmically tugged on what h...d now become two proud looking erections.Almost simultaneously the lads undid their belts and pushed down their jeans and briefs to expose their balls and Zoe quickly and natuok the initiative to stroke and squeeze. I heard her instruct them to stand up in front of her. Still kneeling she pushed down their jeans to their ankles and commenced to. Nope, no way . . . look, I want to sell it, not donate it . . . no, but send them a counter-offer of one-point-seven-five, and let’s see if they’re serious, or just kicking tires . . . no, I won’t drop that low . . . bottom line, like I told you last week, is still one-point-six. Anything less than that, and you can send it back . . . yeah, I understand that, but I’m not chasing all over the continent for stupid offers. That’s what you get the big roll of quarters to do . . . no, I appreciate. I stood up and walked back over to the counter where I sat on it once again. “Did you enjoy that?” I asked.He nodded. “But this is wrong.” He said.“Daddy, it isn’t wrong.” I insisted. “We just love each other.”My father stood up, walking right out of his boxers and pants and stood in front of me. “It is wrong.”I smiled as I felt him move closer to me. My father kissed me right then. It wasn’t erotic, it was tender. He kissed me gently, putting his hand on the back of my neck as he did so. . A pale orange seeped in through her drawn shades and cast dewy shadows about the room. The colors danced on her skin as she fastened the collar around her neck, and she stared down at the hungry eyes looking back at her. "That's a good girl, now get down on the floor," he said, pushing her to his right. He pulled the gleaming silver handcuffs off the bedpost and joined her at the side of the bed. "Hands and knees," he ordered and she jumped slightly at the harsher tone in his voice. Her.