I could not believe this was actually going to happen. You want something for so long that the thought of it actually happening was just hard to accep.... I was going to get to make love to my daddy. “Moira,” he whispered in my ear as he ran his hand along the front of my panties, making my pussy drip. “I have to let you know that this might hurt.” I turned and looked my daddy in the eyes. He looked as if he was worried. Worried about hurting me maybe, or worried that this was going to be a bad. I scarcely believed it when I felt the familiar stirring of my clittie in my panties. I had it tucked neatly away between my legs but I knew I was going to be in trouble soon if this kept up. He didn't have far to go to lift the hem of my short skirt and he was now stroking my pantied ass directly. The feel of my ass in the sheer panties must have done something to him because pretty soon he was bucking his hips and I just knew he was going to blow his load. I pulled off of him and he gave me a. I think I know where this is going. The delicious thought of a bound Becky crossed my mind.“Tie me up to the bedpost,” she said, handing the knit scarf to her aunt.“Oooh, how delightfully kinky,” Aunt Chelsea smiled and obliged Rebecca.It wasn’t some hardcore BDSM or anything like that. Aunt Chelsea wrapped the scarf around the outside of Rebecca’s wrists, binding them lightly to the bedpost and tying an easy knot to hold her in place.Whack! Without warning, Aunt Chelsea rained the paddle down. If there was no money at home to buy the girls then why not sell them abroad to people who did have money. Quite quickly ads started appearing in the western press for legal Zongan slaves available for purchase, free shipping thrown in! Apparently even if your own country did not allow slavery the fact that these girls were legally slaves in Zonga meant that you could legally buy them and have them transported to you and they would be your property the same as if you were in Zonga.Needless to.