. Not until he's in your stomach. Because of her particular taste in self-destruction, Becca had never experienced an orgasm before and wanted her fir...t time to be special.Becca learned that her body responded better to a game of good cop, bad cop. If relaxation did not get the result she wanted, her artificial orifices were in for a punishing pounding and would usually yield the moment she resumed her calm meditation. She ground her cervix into submission, spread open the piercing at the top. Her small delicate fingers looked so sexy with the matching pink nail varnish.She sat Junior on her lap and put the milk teat in his mouth, he grinned his negro face at her and felt her tits as he sucked on the teat. She blushed slightly as I watched and winked at her then left them.As soon as I left the room she seemed to text someone, I know this as Mick was spying on here through the lounge window outside. It had started to rain, unusual as it had been so hot for ages?Mick said I had been. .. one time he’d tried “toots”, but my glare had apparently gotten through, and he’d never used that particular term of endearment again.“I believe an apology is in order.”I froze for a second, my mind racing, trying to work out what I needed to apologize for. Had I messed up? Had I taken their orders too slowly? Or worse, had I brought him the wrong drink?Forcing myself to take a deep breath, I reminded myself that I was an excellent waitress, and that I had nothing to apologize for.. Squeezing her derrière in an in-fatherly way. And his tongue invaded her mouth. My breath quickens as I watch my husband make out with my daughter. His hand slips under her shirt and she squeaks as he groped her budding tits. “Oh, Daddy!” She gasps as they finally break their kiss. His hands still groping her tits and ass. “Daddy needs you, kitten. He needs to fuck you good.”She grins and looks down on me me. “See. Nobody wants you.” I hang my head in mock shame. Aroused by the humiliation..