”“I’ll try, OK?”“OK. Wow, my little girl is all grown up.” He smiled and I wanted to scream at him that I wasn’t his “little girl” a...ymore. Hadn’t been since he abandoned me, instead I turned away and he disappeared into the crowd.I tried not to think about my run with my father and after a while I was able to get back into the spirit of the event. I met fans, flirted with both men and women, took a ton of pictures and just basically enjoyed myself. Eventually though the first night came to an. Every one was getting pretty relaxed with eachother and we were engaged in comfortable conversation.About two hours into the evening, five drinks later…feeling VERY loose, the conversation turned to sex,women, oral sex, cocks, eating pussy, etc… I guess, since they know about my “activities” then theykind of look to me as their local sex guru. They can askme anything and I would most likely have some comment orinformation on the subject.Well… as the subject got. Truth be told, punishment was not what was motivating my impulses at that moment. But, I did kneel and spread my legs wide and press my tits and head into my bathroom tiles for a good ten minutes, all of which time my needs rose even higher as I reveled in the kinky, often brutal, actions that my dear Master had previously wreaked on my needy body.It was no problem for me to scramble to my bed, dripping cunt liquid down my thighs. Even that slick, silky, feeling reminded me of the vows I had. That he had to see me naked to be fair. I started weeping…He pulled my shirt up above my head and bent down to look at my chest close up. He moved my bra aside and started to kiss and lick my nipples. I got a shooting sensation down below. My nipples got so hard he was flicking them with the tip of his tongue. I needed to get out of this situation before it got worse but there was nothing I could do. I was right where I was supposed to be for the next few hours. After a bit I started to feel.