Slave was still wearing it's white lingerie, along with the red collar and pink leash. Mistress looked elegant in Her black latex catsuit, thigh high ...eather boots, and leather gloves as She led Her property away. Everyone knew who was in charge and who was the "slave bride". For some in slave's family, it seemed strange and inappropriate. But for others, it seemed right and allowed slave to express who he truly was. Regardless, it was a ceremony that none of them had ever experienced before.As. They’ve been on their own for a few years now. They have a regular Daddy Daughter relationship, or do they? You be the judge!• “Morning Daddy!” Chrystal excited said as she entered the kitchen.“Morning Angel” James replied, kissing his daughter on her cheek. “Breakfast is almost ready.” He caught a whiff of her perfume, briefly flashing naughty thoughts in his head and wondered how did she know it was his favorite?After eating breakfast, Chrystal jumped in her lovely new car, waved and said. I saw that his cock was still standing up, hard, coated with a slick film of my wife’s sex juices and his own cum. He looked at me and smiled, eyeing my own erection.Melissa rolled onto her side, also facing me, one leg raised so that her pussy gaped open. I could see a thick bead of Chris’s cum ooze from her pussy and slide down onto her thigh.They both laughed at that. Melissa kissed me, all smiles. ?You need to clean Chris’s cum out of my cunt now, honey,? she said cheerfully. She lay back. We were short two laser designators, and we were going to have to look farther afield than we normally ventured.What we finally wound up doing was to fly in a group of three planes to a previously unsearched location. There, we landed and used the planes much as we would have used the ATVs to get around on the streets to look for a gunshop. We did get lucky in that we found what we were looking for in only a short while, so we could now build all of the gun rigs that we needed.As for practice,.