"No daddy - you mustn't - not there - I haven't had a shower yet - it must be really smelly".Debbie needn't have worried - she tasted divine - squeali...g each time my tongue entered her arse.Then her mum, Angela, walked back in from the kitchen carrying a tray of 3 glasses of orange juice, with a piled up plate of toast and marmalade.She looked utterly fuckable with her tousled dark hair, huge dark eyes and hardening dark nipples spilling out of a pyjama top that failed to reach her real pubic. Long, untied hair going from her head to her shoulders and reaching her lower back.She was draped in a black saree, which contrasted, well with her fair color. Her eyes were speaking a thousand words of being horny and her lips were like begging to be sucked on.Her nearly transparent saree revealed her sheer blue/black blouse, which in turn was holding her boobs. The deep neck and sheerness of blouse ensured to show ample amount of her gorgeous boobs and a deep cleavage, which made my throat. Mum has never said ‘I told you so’ about Brooklynn, but I knew she wasn’t keen. You, she’ll love. In fact, she’ll be looking for wedding bells. Be warned.”She looked at me quizzically. Sighed. Frowned. “Steve?”“Uh huh?”“About calling in Penrith. Um. Could we ... I mean ... maybe ... ride Oscar and leave the van here? Have an extra night here?”Perhaps surprisingly, I hadn’t thought of that. I’d been fixated on moving on from where we were. “That’d work,” I said. “Spend longer there, if you like,. . The Master walks to the corner table. This time when he returns his cock iscovered in a leather studded sheath. "Father I think maybe I need to mix up the contents just a little."With that he rips into her dry sex. The devices shredding delicate tissue.Her channel becoming slick with blood. Every movement, every moment becomesa study in torture. She feels as if she will suffocate any second and beginsto welcome it. In and out he pounds her. Punishes her for her sins until she is.