I gasped “Daddy” each time, bucking, my ass clenching at the flare of pain transformed into pleasure.“Oh, yes, Daddy.”“Do you love it, slut?...�� he growled, flailing harder, my ass burning.“So much, Daddy,” I moaned. “You know I do. You know I love it when you lash me. Oh, yes.”“Listen to her sing,” a slave purred, thick with lust and envy.“Like a canary.”The flail kept hitting my pussy. My clit ached. Daddy was teasing me now on purpose, guiding the flail to strike between my legs. I sucked in. Once the biggest ally of the town founders, the Ravers family, with even a connection forged by marriage, they didn’t quite enjoy the same success and wealth of their allies, and ended up taking the route of a “normal” middle-class family throughout the history of Duskville.As fate would have it, though, the current generation saw the two clans getting reacquainted with one another through a few friendship links between their youngest members, and the other common fact that linked the two. Each of my orgasms was followed by a short nap only to awaken when the night air cooled us.Karin would first fondle me to arousal and then take me into her mouth. She would lick all around me even throwing my legs back so she could probe me with her tongue and fingers. There was nowhere on my body she was not allowed, nowhere she didn't go. On more than one occasion I would surprise both of us with an unexpected emission. She would squeeze me to hold it back until she could fully envelop me. I. “I feel a bit shy but good,” I answered, “I’ve never done this before.”“There’s nothing to worry about,” he continued, “There’s a first for everything. Just relax.”While saying this, he placed his hand gently on my knee. The touch of his strong hand through the delicate nylon material of my stocking caused my cock to swell further than it already was. I felt a dribble of precum oozing from the tip of my shaft.“You don’t mind, do you?” he asked, nodding at his hand on my knee.“No,” I replied.