Granny was a real Duchess and we were her string of slaves."Perhaps they weren't wasted wanks" Fiona mused, "They strengthened and developed your ball... I suppose."It seemed an ungrateful attitude applied to me who had only a few days before won Granny substantial prize money in her own "Duchess Stakes" against ten other runners. Three foot ten inches was something of a personal best for me under Fiona's capable hand.Fiona was right in one respect of course, they were wasted. I'd heard hints of. “Why is it my job to chauffeur you around little Missy?” He responded with over the top false indignation. “Fine, I’ll just get one of these men here to take me. I’m sure they won’t mind.” She replied. “Ok, Ok you win; I would be honored to escort you home.” He conceded with his hands up in surrender. They left and headed to the car. As he opened the door for her she thanked him and commented about his appearance that evening. “You look very handsome tonight, did you dress up to try to impress. .clothes have to come off" he said pointing to their own foldedclothing on the stand by the door.Feeling his face flush with embarassment, but knowing that he didn't wantto dissapoiint her, Riley stripped down to just his thong and set hisclothing aside. Paul gave a knowing smirk and Riley could feel both hisand John's eyes following his ass as he went into the bedroom.As he looked at the bed to see what she had planned, some of herintentions started to beccome clearer. On the bed was a black. My cock was greased from fucking Jenny's well-lubed rear-entrance, so I wasted no time at all in burying my rigid prick way up my other daughter's tight little asshole. Lynn gasped as I slammed into her jerkily for the first time, but as my thrusts became smoother and more rhythmical, she began to moan with undisguised pleasure, pushing her upraised butt back against my pistoning prick like a bitch in heat. I screwed Lynn the same way I had fucked Jenny, pounding away at her tight sexy little.