I see that he was able to restrain himself and not reach culmination inside of you. But it matters not. The presence or absence of his spend is trivia... before my need to taste you. I spread your legs and descend upon your thighs with my mouth and lips.My first taste is of your sweat. Salty and musky behind your knee. My lips kiss their way closer to your center. Tongue leaving a trail, mapping my way to the very essence of your femininity. You are pulling at your bonds, words muffled by the. Since the kids mom had passed from cancer, I was probably a bit more protective than needed, but I figured better safe than sorry.Deb was out on a date with a new boy. I’d met him before they went out and told them her curfew was midnight. I looked at the clock and was getting ready to go through my mental list of punishments for Deb staying out too long when the front door opened.“Hi Daddy! I made it,” Deb giggled.I chuckled, “Yeah you made it.”“You weren’t worried, were you?”“Deb, I’m your. This time his smile was kind. Our encounter was drawing to a close and as we were walking back to the station, where we were both to go on our separate ways, he fondled my covered behind, squeezing my bountiful cheeks. With every squeeze, he reaffirmed his position as my Master and prolonged my desire to be touched. I felt I was being probed, picked at like an animal on a dissection table. My body was no longer mine. It was his to explore. He then reached for between my legs and pressed his. They made the trip back to her home in virtual silence, not daring to speak, both afraid of what was happening. He pulled into the driveway of her home and came around to open the door for her. She gently placed her hand in his as she stepped down and they both stood inches apart from one another, the electricity between them could light up a stadium it was so strong. She tried to say something about, "thank you for a wonderful day," and her words were cut off with a passionate kiss that.