Now she goes back to licking her finger and sliding it along the slit of her pussy, teasing the crack there and then a repeat performance with the oth...r hand. Needless to say, I do the self-gratification of my own. Finally, she rewards me with a view of her parted cunt lips as she searches for her clit. Taking the small but very sensitive knob of flesh between her thumb and finger, she softly pinches and rubs it. Particularly, the look on her face is breathtaking at that moment. At the same. "Like what?"I pretended to be somewhat hesitant. "Well, like some of the stuff he looks at on the internet." Come on, he's a guy," Breanna said with a sarcastic look. "All guys look at porn. That's how you know they're alive."I nodded. "You may be right about that." Well, I mean...not Dad, I'm sure," she started backtracking.I waved her weak attempts away. "Honey, you shouldn't worry about things like that. Even if your father did, which I honestly don't know, I wouldn't be bothered by it. Like. “Please Sir” she whispered.“What is it Ashley? Surely, you don’t want more caning?”“No Sir, no more caning. But, I need....I ... I’m sorry, I shouldn’t ask. I should be ashamed of myself.” She started to rise from the desk but felt his hand gently restraining her this time.“What is it you need Ashley?”Her voice was almost a whisper as she said, “I.... I want you to, to um... f-fuck me Sir... please. I need it really bad.”“You haven’t earned the right to have my cock girl. In the meantime, maybe. If I live through this I'll be sure to put it on my resume."I got up and went to the refrigerator. It was well stocked, I assume by the couple who thought they would be going on a nice vacation before they had the extreme misfortune of crossing paths with JT and Luke.I didn't know if they intended for me to feed all four of us. But I decided it would be easier to cook for four than to ask. I made coffee and a simple breakfast of bacon, eggs and toast.I couldn't figure out how to set up the.