..and you noticed how squirmy I was. Whenyou brought meback to my car, you opened the storage bin on your motorcycleand showed mea small case where yo... keep all your supplies. I got totallyintowondering what might be in there and wished there had beentime for you toshow me everything. I was very curious about the types ofitems you might be using with me.We chatted again that night and it was then that you toldme that I am not to orgasm until you decide I should.I obeyed your orders even though. He took my hand as led me towards the bedroom "thats my daughters name hope your as good as she is". In the bedroom he sat me on the bed and slapped his cock across my face and pushed it in my mouth. Moaning holding the back of my head fucking my mouth calling my name. He came in about 2 minutes gushing his load down my throat as I swallowed. Pulling it out smearing the rest on my face. He left and the next came in. Same thing cock in my mouth then he pulled out lifting me up and tossing me. Like almost every father, I wished I could suffer for her. That was normal. I silently thanked a God I didn’t really believe in for Sia not being hurt even worse.It took me a couple of hours to finally relax. Like Sia, adrenaline had done its work. I was ready for bed. Remembering Dr. Anston’s advice, I dropped by to check on her.Sia’s room was dark, only a shadowed mound under a feather quilt indicating where she slept. I eased over to her, bent, and whispered, “How’re you feeling?”She was. . well I don’t what but it’s disgusting. That thing is going in the trash, and you are going to your room until your father gets home.” Sheryl then walked up to me, and carefully helped me up, “Mom don’t get so senile, most girls nowadays are experiencing with these things now.” Sheryl held onto me as I was still woozy from my orgasms. “Don’t you back talk me young lady, in my house you will obey the rules your father and I set up. If you don’t like it you can move out.” Sheryl looked.