She was so tight, her tissues so milkily wet, so incredibly hot. Again and again he pistoned into her. It was all beyond amazing, yet he wanted to cry...so badly. He was having sex with his eight year old daughter. More, more, more. It was never enough. This was his one and only time. That was all he was allowed to do. He wanted to feel her so bad. With his eyes glued shut, it almost made it more acceptable. But he had to not, he couldnt touch her. Daddy, Emily cooed sleepily, with a definite. I had had a casual boy friend and he had called saying he was sick but was wishing me well in my new job. He said he wanted to take me out to dinner to celebrate my success with my license and my job. There were a couple of other calls and the machine picked up but no messages were left."I decided to pack some clothes and check on my roommate and my boy friend. I was not real close to either one but they were friends. I left the apartment leaving a dated note about where I was going. I went to. She looked at me. I know, its just those old sayings and all that. She reached up and traced the outline of my cock. She moved her fingers tantalizingly to the head of it and pressed gently. I could feel my knees knocking. The feeling of her gentle hand on me was too much. I moved away and knelt between her thighs. I put one hand on one of her knees, the other hand on the other. I pressed my lips to her inner thighs and ran my lips all the way up to her crotch, and then moved my lips down her. I told him to call her up now and tell her he would never speak or see her again unless she agreed to become my sex slavejust like her son. I had him tell her how he was my slave and all the things he enjoyed doing as a slave. He was also to tell her the only way she could see him again was if she was my pussy sex slave and I mean total submissive fuck toy type of sex slave as well.I knew she would accept the terms, because he’s really a submissive slut at heart, just like her sissy son but it.