"Jenny and I are having bacon sandwiches Sky, what would you like ?" I ask. "Oh that's fine for me too Daddy please" Sky answers. Jenny pours glasse... of orange juice for all three of us, and we make a bit of small talk about how we all slept, and about if we want white or brown bread, and about if its ketchup or brown sauce. As I serve the breakfast, I start to explain my plans for the day. "I have to go out for the morning girls, just got a few things to do, but won't be home for about 4. I beg for your cock to destroy my ass, to destroy my pussy, to destroy my mouth! I beg you to fuck me good, hard and deep! I beg to be used! I desperately need to be used! I desperately need to be owned! I pathetically crave your cum! I need to cum for you so bad! I would do anything just to cum for you now! I'm unconsciously stroking my swollen clit and you're watching me! You groan roughly between gritted teeth, desperately trying to hold onto control, "You're such a filthy slut! You can't. " "Did you….you know? With David?" “Did you… you know with Lynn?" “I asked first." Sam insisted, stepping back from their embrace. With a noise which Sam thought was of protest, Sara quickly grabbed his hand and pulled his arm back around her waist. She turned to face him. Sam could just make out her features in the darkness by their slight paleness, and was about to ask her once again, when with considerable passion, she kissed him full on the lips. Abandoning his questioning, Sam returned. My God she said she would once, sometimes twice a week. Could I go again? I wasn’t sure.Sunday morning I had breakfast and rang Amy. Stan answered “Hello Sally. How are you?” he asked. “I am fine thanks. How about you?’ “It’s all good at this end honey. Anyway here is Amy”. “Hello Sal, what’s up?” “You devil. You put that address in my purse” I said, trying to sound angry and failing miserably. “Yep, I did. Did you go honey?” she asked. I didn’t say anything. “Oh wow, you did didn’t you” she.