She submitted herself to me completely and unconditionally. She enjoyed getting used and abused by someone she looked at as her real father.One day th...ee. I put a collar around her neck and walked her around the house with a leash. She was down on all fours living the part of a bitch. She called me daddy. Dad, master sir and eventually Lord. Imagine her on her hands and knees, naked, and when I asked her to kiss my feet and lay her head down there, she didn’t hesitate even for a second: I knew. Sandra just looked at her in disbelief."He's still refusing to budge. I just want to see you happy," repliedAnne. "So, does that mean he can play in my room again?" asked Sandra."Yes. But he'll be refined to wearing girls clothes when your dad isn'tabout, or in your room," Anne added with a gulp."How come?" they both asked."I don't think your dad is ready to see you as a girl, so just for now,be a boy for him." I thought you were with daddy," said Sandra. Peter's glance backed upthe. .. “Yer, I have. I’ve done my own mom. She started it though. My thirteen year old cousin with the cute titties had just given my dick a squeeze and my mom saw it begin to stick out so she just came over and sucked me off ... right in front of all the others. She knelt in front of my semi-erect dick and sucked me off until I was shooting jism all over her face. She then turned to my cousin who had watched the whole thing and just said, ‘And that’s how you give good head, Gemma. Get that right. I am trying to heal some of the damage." I know, Mom," she said exasperatedly. "Look, we gotta talk some time, but not now. I got too much to do. Here, I'll grab your bags; we gotta get down to the group."Scooter tagged along behind as Crystal grabbed both of her mother's duffle bags in one hand, and walked down to the group clustered around the rafts, nuzzled up on the river bank. She set the bags down, hopped up onto a raft, and climbed up on top of the boatman's box. "Yo, folks, listen up,".