Just as the brunette finished tying down the blonde Alex got an idea. Maybe what he needed tonight was to take control… Regain his sense of dominanc... that he felt he had lost at work. Dinner was finished, drinks had been had, and it was now time for Alex and Donna to go to bed. Now was his opportunity, she was starting to kiss him and play with his cock so he knew she wanted to play. He took that moment to climb ontop of her. Laying over Donna he started kissing her breasts and sucking her. It had been celebrated in the same manner since Pagan times, and it remained very much a Pagan event. It was a dark, morbid holiday, designed to appease the dead spirits by letting them know that those still alive were all too aware of the fate that awaits all living things. It was the chance for the living to show their respect and to assure the dead spirits that they appreciated the fleeting gift of life. Once the country converted to Christianity in 900 AD, Catholic Saints were incorporated. “I think there’s a theme here,” she said as she moved towards the last package.It was from her dad. Maisie looked at it and then at him. Matt smiled and then almost as quickly looked away; catching Joan’s eyes as he did so.Maisie ripped the paper open and pulled out the most beautiful basque that she had ever seen; the only basque she had ever seen, to be honest; bright red sequins peppered the front and the pink lace across the top of the brassiere was lovely, she thought.The room fell. Gradually, her father sped up his fingers. Despite Lauryns disgust, she couldnt stop her pussy from enjoying the treatment. Her vaginal began to stir around her fathers searching tongue. The longer his tongue played inside her as his fingers rubbed her clit, the wetter she became. She tried to force herself not to have an orgasm for her father, but not five minutes of trying did she have a painful moan muffled by her scarf. Harold, pleased with having his face covered in his daughters cum, sat.