"Wouldn't let me fuck you last night, but you sure loved it here with this guy. So what makes you Miss Snow-White when you find out that your mom isn'... any saint? It's not different at all." You--" Wendy was beside herself with fury. "You bastard! Don't you dare talk to me like that! I could kill you!" What for?" Preston asked calmly, looking up. "Why should you want to kill him?" For... For..." the girl gasped, choking. She waved her hands at her mother. "For this!" Mm," the man said, pursing. Suddenly her whole body went even more rigid and still. Sharileen let out a guttural moan and flopped back on the bed as her climax tore through her virginal body. It was nothing compared to anything she had managed while masturbating. Her father continued to lick her cunt as she struggled with her rampant orgasm. It took many minutes before Sharileen quietened down. Her father was still licking her now very sensitive clitoris. It was hypersensitive. She wriggles her hips to move away from her. ” Our conversation was all too short. As quickly as she had appeared, she disappeared. A few days passed and I didn’t see or hear from Jennifer. I stopped off at my office on a Saturday and, to my surprise, saw her sitting in her office, working on a computer. “Good morning most beautiful,” I good naturedly called out as I slipped the key into my office door. “You scared the crap out of me!” Jennifer responded. “My sincere apologies,” I replied, stepping into my office. I hit the reboot on. "You aresuch a little slut!" she giggled. "You love to put on a show for people,don?t you?" Yes, Mistress," my voice was distorted by the excitement I felt. "Thankyou for making me look like a slut." You?re welcome, my little one," she replied. Her voice was low and warmas she and I shared the intense excitement and joy that our play createdwithin and between us."You are my own little slut, my good little slut," she spoke quietly andtenderly. How much I wanted to please her, and how.