"Huh, what's going on?" Mark groggily asked as he awoke. When he tried to rub his eyes he found he couldn't move his hands or any other part of his bo...y he discovered as his eyes flew open. "What the fuck? Somebody better release me right now!" he exclaimed. His bedroom light came on and he looked to the door, where the light switch was to find Sarah standing there. She had a frilly navy blue baby doll sleep set on with feathers around the neckline and hem and a single feather dangling down the. Her fantasies had progressively gotten more vile, but she was not sure if she really saw her father in /that/ way. “Huh,” she thought, tapping her pencil against her chin. “We both need it, and I know I can coerce him into letting me do it.” She looked over at the head maid, Katia, and felt her stomach churning with excitement. Bridgette finished her final equation on her homework, organized her papers, and told Katia to dismiss the maids for the rest of the day: She could tend to Oliver. His hands would move to rub my thighs, and his mouth would suck harder. Yes, Kyle, yes. Dont stop. Oh, please dont stop. My legs began to shake and I bit my lip hard, still rubbing my clit and thrusting my finger deep into me. With a few last thrusts and rubs, I was in ecstasy. I gasped as the orgasm took over my body, moaning louder than I should have been, not worrying about people next door hearing me. My legs shook and my mind went blank. I kept rubbing as hard as I could, not caring that. "He had struggled with what he would say in the acceptance speech that heknew he would be expected to say. He couldn't just tell everyone'Thanks' and sit down. He meant what he said when he felt like a poserin the company of everyone here, but to tell them that he had beenforced into this lifestyle would be a slap in the face. He also couldnot lie to them as to how he had come to this. So he fought for acombination of truth liberally salted with fiction."It wasn't something I asked for. It.