In the next few weeks my mind began to wander into areas of degeneracy that shamed me thoroughly. My daughter and I were the only two in the house, we...were always close and since we had breached the barriers of sexual privacy and openly discussed sex and taken steps to keep her safe my thoughts about her were becoming more sinister. I mean her room was just down the hall and at night I imagined what she looked like under the blanket, under her night gown. My heart would thud a little harder, my. Master said No not yet but that He would let it cum very soon. Then it felt the lady get off of its face and the blind fold come off. It looked up to see the lady now in between Master’s legs sucking His cock. It knew better than to get jealous even though it wanted to. But there was something about Master being pleased even if it was by someone else that was hot. Also helped that as she was doing this to Him, He was looking at His slave with a look of love for slave and He didn’t cum in. Tony lowered her into the water and Rebecca just went. In three strokes they were back to the side of the pool. Tony continued to encourage her as they turned around and started for the other side, but by now he was simply wading through the water beside her. Shortly she reached up and grabbed the far side and stood herself up in the water. She turned back to look at Tony, who had stopped 5 feet behind her, with a quizzical look on her face. Tony just shrugged at her."That's it?" she asked, not. It was raining a bit lighter now, but she had neither a hat nor a coat, or even an umbrella. Her thin dress was soaked and her hair was a wet mess, but this didn’t dampen her mood any. She had a very good voice and I raised the window a bit further to hear her flower song better.Come and smell my dainty flowers, Roses red and roses whiteAs I bind you into posies, Ere you fade in morning light.Carnations I have, in plenty, Given for coins, but all too few, Flowers white and flowers red, Buy them.