”“He called her a little slut” she thought. “The feminist trained part of her thought that she should be offended. But he was her virtual pimp...and she was his virtual hoe. She was his little slut! And the idea of wearing her Daddy’s collar like the girls on the internet slave sites did was so kinky it made her pussy get wet.” She got to her knees, sweetly said “OK Daddy” and put on the collar. Her pussy flooded with wetness.“What do you say to you’re Daddy little hoe?”“Thank you Daddy for. All day to cut that out.” She pulled my head to hers to kiss me deeply. “I was just going to ... ah! Can I just ... ooh.” she shuddered. “That’s not fair!” But it didn’t stop her kissing me again. “That’s just great, but I’m hungreee ... ahh.”It was tempting to see how long I could keep her in bed, but my insides were telling me it was time for breakfast, too.Bacon and eggs, mushrooms, toast and real coffee. Wendy... Gwen tucked in as enthusiastically as I did. Oh, I do like a girl who can just. " Emma lookeddirectly at Mandy as she finished. "If there's a God," she said in a firmvoice, "I hope he can be kind to the person lying here."Mandy nodded, approvingly.#"THANKS, Em. Well done. Exactly right," Mandy hugged Emma afterwards asthe dark-suited and black-dressed congregation gathered in groups orhovered, waiting to talk to Dianne or Brian or one of the children,outside the chapel. The celebrant had already gone, after a few briefwords with the family."And thank you for what you said. Holding her arms down I let her barely wriggled free of my lap just enough for me to adjust my cock to her pussy lips, when I slammed her back down, I entered inside of her forcefully and she let out a scream in the mask as almost half my cock buried inside of her. She was slightly wet but over all it was a tight squeeze and I arched back to better center myself for another thrust. I reached under her shirt and pushed passed her bra to give her perky little tits a squeeze, they felt amazing in.