My eyes travelled from the swelling curve of her smoothly-shaven slit, up her flat stomach to the twin pyramids of her breasts, and my cunt glowed wit... an inner warmth as it throbbed with mingled pain and desire.I thought that she might untie me, but my daughter was far from finished with me. She had me just where she wanted, completely at her mercy, and she certainly wasn’t done yet. She still had plenty of energy, and plenty of ideas as well. The first of these was to order Katrina. But it had to.I asked her for water and she happily obliged. I really needed it because I was already burning up. She bent down a little to grab a bottle from the fridge and the view of her perfect ass was indescribable. I was starting to get hard. Good thing I was wearing jeans too. I didn't want my boner to betray me.Her scent was still attacking my senses, but I wanted more. I was nervous, but I asked anyway. She showed me where the bathroom was and she returned to the kitchen. I went in and. But, I was definitely concerned about my father catching us. He did catch us though. Didn’t he? Or didn’t he? I just didn’t know. What’s the saying? Time will tell the tail? Oh yeah, tale.When called down for dinner some time later, I saw that it was going to be just my mother and I at the table. My father was still in the family room with his snoring competing with the TV for the highest volume award. The old man had the competition hands down.It was a quiet meal. Mom and I sat kitty corner. She would explode from desire otherwise. But her hands were held firm, her legs remained shackled, and her begging was lost beneath the ball gag. No matter how she struggled, she couldn’t move her body. She was stuck in this position, sitting with her legs wrapped around the saddle.The mouth let go of her, and she had a couple of seconds to catch her breath. Then, carefully and precisely, it parted her lips with its tongue, and entered her.“MMUH!”When she looked down, she could see the tongue.