Mommy licked again and again, gathering Daddy's incestuous seed as it poured out of my snatch.“Mmm, she tastes like me, Father,” Mommy said. “It...s even better than when I scoop your cum out of my pussy.”“She's takes after naughty mother,” Daddy said. “She has your green eyes. And she sucks cock with such enthusiasm.”“Wicked slut,” Mommy moaned. Her hand smacked my spanked rump.I moaned, my cunt clenching. Then her tongue buried into my snatch. She wiggled it deep, searching around inside of me.. "Go fetch the whip." She looked to the buffet at the side of the room. She'd willed the whip to appear there. It was a ritual humiliation to make Travis fetch the object of his torture. True to the character he had to play, he did not complain, he stayed mute. As he picked up the whip, she said, "Lets see how you like level three."He was startled, but tried not to show it. In a level voice he said, "Supreme Commander, that will kill me." I know."He knelt and presented the whip to servalan. She. The incident was fresh in her memory even fourteen months after she had been take advantage of by the transient man with a dick in need of some immediate relaxation after a long period of incarceration in the county work farm.Patricia was wearing her bathrobe and had unfortunately neglected to wear any undies and was bottomless underneath. It only took the man a split second to whip up her bathrobe in the rear and expose her gleaming white buttocks to full view.After that, of course, the man. After twenty minutes or so of tweaking, I had some convincing skin gloves to hide my hands. I now wondered whether I should do something about my eyes. It would be the most complex part of the illusion, as I couldn't just hide them under a flat layer. I would have to match my eye's motion and eyelid movements. Blinking wasn't so much of a problem, since I didn't tend to do that anymore, relying instead on my nictitating membranes. Still, I might have to fake it now and then, and I would.