Beth hadn’t ever seen Mistress Joy, but she knew exactly what she looked like from the conditioning. She could picture that dark brown hair, those c...ld gray eyes just as clearly as if the woman was standing right there. Assuming there actually still was a Mistress. She’d considered the possibility, over long sleepless nights in the cell, that Mistress Joy had died weeks, months, years ago, and her slaves just kept recruiting and processing more women to serve her, following commands. I had no idea how long the intense feeling of pleasure actually lasted but I knew that from now on I measure all my lovers by what this man had done to me!My father then moved me into a 69 position I gladly sucked his cock."Get it good and hard baby! I want fuck you deep and hard!" He said as he started licking my pussy that began to throb againI started to wonder what it was going to be like to look up and see my Daddy's face as he fucked my sloppy pussy. Then I decided it would probably turn. She heard moaning and groaning. ‘OH… GOD… CHRIS… YES… HARDER… I WANT IT ALL… GIVE IT TO ME.’ she heard some lady say. Then she heard Chris’s voice. ‘I’m going to give it to you baby, all fucking 12 inches of my hot hard cock. Do you like my hard cock slamming into you baby. You feel so fucking tight.’ she heard him say. Then she heard them scream that they were cumming. She must have fallen back asleep, because she didn’t hear him. ‘Your next Honey, I’m going to give you my 12 inches of hard. There was a momentary lull as Anita studied her father’s expression again.“So, what’s up?”, she wanted to know.“Nothing really, Sweetheart. I guess I’m still wallowing in some more of that self-pity. I mean, here we are, me in a bit of a rut, and you working your butt off trying to get ahead. On top of all that, you’re stuck babysitting a broken-down, old has-been of a father. Your mother got smart and left! As a father, I haven’t done a very good job, so far. I sometimes wonder how long before.