He always had a kind of tan look. He was reading his newspaper and had his tie loosened. I didn't know how to bring up the subject. Here I was, 16 yea...s old and I was at a loss for words. I really didn't have anyone else to talk to. I mean mom had been gone for three years now. She had run off with some guy, and had only called me once. I was nervous about talking to him, but decided to suck it up and just ask. “Daddy? Can I talk to you about something?” He peered at me over the top of his. Your body knows what it was made forI grinned and looked at her downturned face.- LOOK AT ME, nigger. You know deep down this is what you were born for; bred for.If she could get red, I'm sure she'd been lighting up like a neon lightwith shame, but she slowly lifted her head and looked at me.- Tell me you're a dirty nigger whore, monkey.My hands were still groping her roughly.- I'm a dirty nigger whore, sir, she replied... A lot quicker than last time, and louder too, but her eyes still. ”He immediately sat down and let her pat him on the head and started licking her hands.“Would you like a cup of tea or anything Angela... ?”“Yes please ... Tea would be fine thank you.”I walked into the kitchen to make some tea and on my return, Angela was sitting on the sofa with Rambo laying next to her with his head on her lap. She was wearing a pair of jeans, yellow t-shirt with her pointy little tits poking out and a white waterproof anorak.“Here, let me take your coat and just push him. As I looked around there were many different doms. Some were menleading woman around with leashes attached to there collars, or piercednipples and one led her around by her pierced pussy lips. Some womenwere leading women and some were leading men. There were also menleading men. I didn't feel out of place being cuffed and leashed.After a while a sound went off and everybody formed a circle around thedance floor. Mandy led me to the center of the floor. A rod was loweredfrom the ceiling. The.