She pressed my breasts together and her lips and mouth suckled my nipples, their tips almost touching each other. I felt her hairy crotch on the top o... my leg, rubbing its wetness, moving with her caresses on my breasts, and felt her knee push tight against my pussy.She nibbled on my neck gently and kissed me with heated passion, tongue flashing into my mouth, probing.She turned and knelt alongside my head, her knees hitting the blindfold, displacing it and my eyes beheld a brilliantly red. I don't care. I don't care if the boys from around the block see, I don't care if my friends see, I just care that I get home to Daddy as fast as I can."Daddy!" I yell repeatedly as I burst through the door. I dash through the kitchen to the dining area, where you sit, calmly sipping your coffee."Yes, Darling?" you say. Your voice is soft and sweet, but I can tell you aren't happy with my giddiness."I get to go to prom!" I exclaim. I'm practically bouncing up and down from the excitement."Can. He selected music for me to listen to at home and while running. These songs, he told me, had subliminal messages embedded, teaching me to accept his control of me. He often would have me listen to the songs at night while sleeping. These songs were all I was allowed to listen to. They were all rather long instrumental tunes played in a continuous loop.Another demand Bryan insisted on was he wanted me to have no tan lines. He arranged and took me to his friend’s Steve home a short distance from. But Dean still had more in store for his stepmother, and he had her lie face down on the bed while he admired, fondled and kissed her beautiful big ass, then he asked one of the girls to hand him his plate of birthday cake.There was a knife on the plate and Dean used it to scrape the thick layer of chocolate icing off the cake. It made quite a pile, and then he called on his father to hold the cheeks of Mary's butt apart while he filled her crack with the sweet icing until there was none left.