Dad did just that he used his tongue deep in my pussy and he started to rub my clit with his thumb. I started to thrash around in the bed as I was abo...t to go over the edge. Daddy pulled his tongue out and he replaced it with two fingers. I tensed up as I felt him jab then up into my pussy; he started to rub my spot.“OOOoooooohaaah,” I moaned as my thighs started to shake.My pussy left go a quick solid stream as it squirted. My dad just removed his fingers and he buried his face into my pussy.. She called me over and told me that I was allowed to give her pleasure by kissing, licking, and sucking her feet, legs, and breasts. I was not allowed to touch her pussy, I supposed that I had to earn that privilege.After I serviced her with my mouth, she told me to prepare myself for the evening. I was to go to the bedroom, and bind myself to the bed face down on a towel. I knew at that time that the towel was for two purposes: keep my cock from soaking the sheets with pre-cum and keep the oil. "I'll hold you to that." Good." He kissed the top of my head. "We're here. It's Show Time."He grabbed his camera and I got my laptop. Jack put his arm around my waist and we walked up the path with me leaning against him. The front door was double, made out of solid wood with glass in both doors. Jack pushed the button and I heard the doorbell play a few notes, something between chimes and a gong.Marge opened the front door for us."Right on time. Good to see you. George is on a call and will be. "Oh well," Gemma said, "We don't have any bread anyhow." There was a rustle of plastic as Michael pulled a bag from his pocket. He put it down on the grass in front of them. Visible inside were a few stale slices of a granary loaf. "Oh." Gemma put a hand over his mouth. "Oh my God." He moved the hand up to his eyes briefly as they filled with tears. "It's only bread," Michael said, holding his wife's shoulder. Their eyes met for a moment, drifted apart in embarrassment and then met.