"Do you like it?" she asked, smiling and knowing full well that I would. "You're beautiful sweetheart," I replied. "Wait," she said, "I have more to s...ow you," and she repeated her striptease and tried on another set. By the third or fourth set, my cock was hard enough to hammer nails -- and she knew it -- there was no hiding the tenting in my slacks.The next time she turned around, she looked down at the bulge in my slacks and moved forward and hugged me and said, "Thank you dad! I love them!. As he stroked me, I felt his fingers move briefly to the side and he undid the ties that held the panties in place. He continued his wanking of my privates and the panties fell away, exposing me fully, as I’ve been exposed to these men so may times. Once again they roared with approval and I felt myself getting wetter and wetter. Then Gareth opened my pussy lips and pulled a couple of towels under me. He signalled one of the others and another towel was put in place. Then he whispered “let it. "Bring in the sacrifice." At once, Queen Excelcia." He disappeared, and then reappeared just as quickly, with two guards carrying a naked woman in chains and a hood over her head. The prisoner was thin and wiry, her chest tight against her ribs. She was covered in dirt and grime, and her skin bore evidence of torture. They pushed her into the circle, and unlocked her shackles, before yanking her hood off and stepping back to guard the entrance. The prisoner cowered on the floor, frantically. I imagined her dressed in garter belt, stockings and heels, like I had been when checking myself out in the mirror in the spare room. I have to admit; I found the image quite inviting."Help yourself," he said motioning to the tray."May I get you anything, Master?" No thank you, Sleene, not right now."I poured myself another small glass of wine and cut myself a piece of Brie. I settled back against his chest in contentment and prepared to watch the near-destruction of Earth.As the movie.