I felt some conflict. I didn’t want David fucking Kayleigh. Not because she was my Daughter. Not because I didn’t want thousands of viewers online...seeing my naked daughter’s body. But because I didn’t want my master having sex with anyone else. “But David, she’s your sister.” I pretended to care He let go of me and looked me sternly in the eye. “Listen you slut, just because you’re in clothes now, doesn’t mean you aren’t my property.” He sneered “You WILL do what I say.”I whimpered at his. Ican feel the plastic of the panties and the stiffness of the diaperunderneath. I grab my ass. It's covered in ruffles. The tights have aruffled butt. I sigh. I love it, I think. I have to stop this. I have toenjoy every moment of it. This is wrong. This is great!I feel him handling my feet as I delight in my tights. He runs a fingerthe length of my sole and I give him a reflexive kick."No!" I say."Ticklish, are you?" he muses."No!" I state firmly.He goes back to rubbing my encased feet.. Tara was rubbing Brandy’s pussy now, sliding a finger into her tight slit from the top and pointing it downward, opening her lips but not penetrating her pussy. Sliding back and forth through the slippery lips length ways.I’d never even seen Brandy’s clitty, it’s so small that it stays hidden between her tight lips that clamp shut like a coin purse. Tara must have been determined to find it and make it come out and play. She kept pulling her lips open running her finger up and down. Still it. Last month, they had worn conservative skirts and blouses. This month, however, conservatism was thrown to the wind. Every one of them wore string bikinis. And, oh my, were they sexy. Each one could have easily been a Playboy model.Bored and antsy, Ted and I went over to talk to them. Kyle, for whatever reason, stayed behind."Hello," Ted smiled. The girls smiled back."What's your name?" he asked one of the blondes."Stacey," she said. "What's yours?" Ted, and this is Brandon." That's nice." So.