After a few hands, he suggested that we bet to make it more interesting. Somehow, we began to bet clothes and I was losing. I was down to my panties b...fore I really realized what I was doing. I was embarrassed but March admitted he wanted to look and touch. I-I let him and I liked it. I love your son very much. No other man has ever seen my breasts. I'm embarrassed to admit it. March and I talked about our feelings and we won't repeat that, not just the poker, the nakedness and touching until. ”“Yeah, but you don’t have to plan the wedding.”“It’s going to be very simple.”“And your bride is happy with that?”“Her idea.”Rachel was happy for him.“Well, Little Brother, it’s about time.”“I took my time, but I got a winner. You should see her.”“Oh, I plan to. But don’t grind it in.” Rachel hadn’t taken her time. She’d married while still in college. And Tom had been a loser.“I didn’t mean anything like that. I was comparing it to the girls I’d dated previously. You knew some of them.. My Daddy, a 70-year-old White man that fits this description, "owns" me like I am his property. His name is branded on my genitals like cattle, I wear a "friendship" bracelet with his name on it, and even at times wear his undies and other clothes. I serve him like the good house boy and slut I am (now I would be a housewife). Every part of my body belongs to him, none of it is my own anymore, and no one, NO ONE is allowed to touch it without specific permission from him. Even girls.My Daddy. Sally straddled my hips while Bridget straddled my head and they both lowered themselves onto me. It didn't take either one of them long to orgasm and then they switched. I wasn't allowed to do much of anything except use my tongue and occasionally thrust my hips up to meet a very tight pussy that was descending onto me. They switched twice more before I finally shot a load into Bridget's clinging pussy.Sally dove between her legs to suck the cum from her pussy and Bridget used her mouth to.