." she muttered to herself as she headed to thekitchen to make breakfast.I figured that if she was willing to at least consider accommodating me,I sho...ld probably be more accommodating myself, so I jumped up andheaded into the kitchen right behind her, offering to make us a batch ofwaffles.She thought it was a great idea, and started the bacon and a pot ofcoffee while I was doing my thing."You know..." she said as she stood at the stove with a grin on herface, idly pushing the bacon strips. I had been on an "excitement" high all night. Meeting new people and flirting with guys and having them flirt with me. It was some evening, not boring that was for sure.After that Steve and I became a couple at the club and in the Goth community at large. I dyed my hear jet-black and started wearing black clothing. I even pierced my tongue, although I got a lot of flack at work and my parents weren't very supportive of my changed appearance.About a month or so into my new life something. Hey, Ricky, go into thatcloset and pull out the white rug," she told him, and he was curious justwhat she'd want a rug for. It was rolled up, long, and decently heavy, buthe had little problem carrying it on his shoulder even in his heels. Susiecame back to the couch carrying a big bowl of dried fruit, setting it onthe table. "All right, Ricky, roll it over us," she told him, and heunderstood immediately. This long rug was to be used as a group blanket.They sat there, the five of them, happily. "Now," he said, eyes still glued to my tits, "what do you do when I ask you something?"I was having trouble catching my breath. Daddy's fingers on my clit were sending sparks of electricity through my pussy, making it almost impossible to think straight. "I, I an-answer you," I gasped. I knew this was wrong. All of this. From the spanking to the touching to the looking - all of it. Daddies weren't supposed to touch their little girls like this. And, if their Daddies did touch them like this,.