"Give it a try," I said. She smiled. "Not you, derby boy. Me. On your knees."I must have hesitated too long because she was all over me. Before I knew...it I was on the ground her pussy wrapped in a her jeans pressed onto my face. I breathed in her musk -- barely breathing at all. "Can you taste me?" She asked. All I could do was mumble. She released the pressure and I could speak. "What the?" "Don't move." She leaned back and used her hands to raise herself from my face. That's when I heard. I breath into your ear...YOU have been so very bad my little pet ...making me wait and wait and wait when you know how much i crave pounding my sweet pet full of cock and cum.I feel droplets of your milk on my fingertips and i bring them back and lick them clean before grabbing the waxed silken rope and start wrapping it around your wrists making sure they are firmly bound together but not so tight as to cut off circulation I run the two ends of the rope down your back and between your ass. . I was wondering if he could sleep in my room with me.”I was stunned. I didn’t know what to say. I’m sure it’s a thing all fathers go through when they realize that their daughters are sexually active but I naively didn’t expect it just yet. “We... we have been living together for the last two months Dad.”“Living together?”“Yes Dad,” she answered. “He moved in with me. We have been going out together for five months now and well... it makes economic sense.”The sudden realisation that she. When fully awake, it is a sentinel standing rigidly to attention; bold and proud and full of majestic splendour. Increasing several fold in length and girth, the Beast becomes a powerful piston of pleasure, a lascivious ligature of lust and love. A much worshipped idol of myth and legend, a demigod of extinct primitive civilisations, the Beast is an ancient symbol of fertility, strength and vigour. A giver of life, a bringer of joy, a source of pride or an object of derision, it can be an evil.