This shocked Gina and also excited her as she would love to find a slave like Jasmine to own.Just then a redheaded lady in a black cat suit arrived an... smiled and kissed Jasmine. She told Gina she was Mistress Racheal and she owned Jasmine. Gina said hi and was only talking to Jasmine as she was looking to learn more about BDSM as she was learning to be a dominant.Racheal told Gina that a slave wearing a collar was owned and she should not approach them without the slave’s owner’s permission.. He pulled me closer and put his lips to mine. He whispered against my lips, Daddy loves you baby. Let me prove it to you. He scooted my pussy over his cock and began rubbing my slit through my panties. I was scared. I was nervous. He ground his cock against my pussy and kissed me passionately. I tried to remember how the woman was acting in the movie and I wrapped my arms around my Daddys neck. His kissed my neck and asked me if his cock felt good rubbing against my pussy. Daddy you always. I was 35. Until then I wasn’t pretending to be ‘straight’...I was straight. I had instantly sensed a connection when I met my college sweetheart at 19. It was the ’90s, remember, where tall, dark and handsome, with good manners on the side, made for every girl’s dream man! I was that girl too. We spent every waking moment together for seven years. But there’s no escaping adult career ambitions. A compelling desire to establish my identity didn’t quite work out for our relationship. I started. Francine slowly undressed for the camera and then sat on the toilet with her legs spread wide. I stood back and got most of her torso while my wife got in close to see the yellow stream hit the pool in the bottom of the toilet. She even captured a good size turd as it splashed down too. As Francine wiped herself she showed the camera the brown stain on the toilet paper before dropping it in too.We both watched and filmed Francine as she filled the douche bag and screwed the enema nozzle onto.