I so want you to win, Donkeydick. I want to see him..." Olivia," I snapped, exasperated my excitable lady. "Go sit on the bed!"Donkeydick laughed at t...e Olivia problem; it broke the tension fantastically, and I slid my shoes off, kicking them into the corner of the room. He was certainly richer than me: his designer clothes indicated a level of wealth that was well in excess of what I could earn, but I knew from our daily Twitter chats he jetted around the world on business.He was far skinnier. “Ooooh, god.” I groaned, my back arching up off the bed.I was wishing for a mouth at my nipples. One veryparticular mouth. I could almost see him, feel him.“haven’t you ever imagined making it with somebody thatyou’re never supposed to think about that way -like anuncle, or a cousin… or your dad?”Jesse reached across the floor, almost without lookingup, and snagged the slim lipstick tube from the carpet.Still licking my rigid little clit, she started. I just couldn't resist tonight.He's home! Yay! Daddy is finally home! I hurried to the piece of carpet that had been placed in front of the door to our house. That was the rule. I had to be free from clothes and ready for whatever Daddy wanted me to do when he walked in the door. I usually cooked dinner before he got home, but I had instructions to leave dinner to the restaurant staff. We would be going to Nocturnal for the evening, so I soaked in a honeysuckle bubble bath for one hour, then. Candice is a little old fashion and loves romance novels. I knew she was going to wear something really sexy tonight. When I walked into our bedroom she was clasping a little hook on her garter belt. She looked so sexy standing with one foot on a stool. Her creamy white thigh and ass was clearly visible to me as I walked up running my hand along the softness of her exposed ass. ?Are you going to wear a thong?? ?I don’t know yet. Depends.? I watched her adjust her stockings and helped her.