I tried to touch her, but the independent womangrabbed my wrists and pinned them to the bed: she was incharge. I desired her more than any other woman...andwhimpered.She knew that being dominant stoked my arousal and thelittle minx knew that I was getting close; my cock wasawash with electrifying sparks and lustfulness. Everystroke of my cock filled my loins with a greater desireto orgasm. I desperately tensed my muscles, holding ontomy release and trying hard not to release.My balls squeezed. This wasn't a position that we used too frequently, but the slap of his hips on my ass, reminding me of his hand there earlier, the feel of being prostrated before him, the feel of his hand on the small of my back, pushing me down, all caused my feelings of submissiveness to well up I was soon groaning in depraved lust."Tell me what you want me to do," he instructed.I wasn't sure what to say. I usually wasn't very vocal during sex; certainly, I never 'talked dirty'."Tell me what you want me to. I experienced what every one else did. My command settled into my own mind and... and it felt so right. I never should give a command again. Not without Daddy telling me to. My powers were his to use when he felt like it. I had no urge now to order him to love what I did to Uncle Wayne. A smile spread on my lips.I was his slave forever now. I wiggled in his embrace, rubbing my ass against his hard cock. Incestuous desire surged through me. I wanted him to fuck me right now but... I didn't feel. They rose and headed for there work stations. Rita yelled to Joann “later today when you get home call me I’m very curious about how this works”.Joann waved, they were now back to work, all afternoon Rita kept thinking about the conversation. How is she fucking a couple of times a week? Who is fucking her and how do they manage to keep this entire thing quiet.Joann was gone when she left, the rest of that day she waited for the call from Joann, but it never came. She thought Joann was probably.