My cock is bouncing involuntarily, waving in the air, crimson and swollen, the veins bulging from the pressure that the cock ring exerts. “Awwwww, ...oes Little Bad Wolf want to cum?” “Yes please Mistress Red, I do.” “Too bad you ate that cake then! I’ll be back.” I watch you leave and I’m aching. I’m moving my hips, trying to screw thin air, trying to cum, but I can’t. I close my eyes and slow my breathing. Maybe this isn’t so fun after all. You return after a time and my condition hasn’t. All during dinner my dad kept staring at me. It started to make me feel a little uncomfortable; I thought his look was a bit intense. After dinner a band played soft slow music, like a waltz. My dad let me out onto the dance floor and we danced. My Dad was a handsome man. 6 feet tall and 54 years old. He was in good shape and had my dark hair and blue eyes, although his hair was liberally sprinkled with silver.His hand rested on the naked skin of my back as we danced. I loved the smell of his. There had been questions, or at least she thought so. It was all very fuzzy, still.Taking a sip from the plastic cup, Jessica felt a little better and drank the rest of the water."Why am I here?" Jessica asked.The woman turned and asked, "Are you feeling better?" I've seen you before ... Wait..." Jessica said trying to collect her thoughts. "You were at my Aunt's house." Then her face clouded. "Is it all burnt?" I believe so. The memories can't be replaced, but the house can." You're an FBI. The long legged blonde got out of the little car andwobbled a bit on her high heels. That was part of thedeal. High heels, nylons and a garter belt. He didn’ttouch or want sex, he just like that look. She shiftedthe milk filled breasts, it was like they had come fromouter space all of a sudden. She picked a long blondehair from her skirt and flicked it away. She walked to the door and knocked. “Come in,” said,John. She walked in and said,, “Reporting for nursingduty,.