“Take a letter bitch-boy,” he ordered as he sat in a chair behind me, his feet up on my shoulders and I opened an e-mail to Master and started typ...ng his words, trying to ignore the urge to turn one way or the other and lick on one of his feet.Master: I’m writing these words under orders from a young stud who took that last photo of me in the Mall. He requires me to call him Cock-Master. He says he wants to work with you to discipline me and make me more than the piss sucking slave boy I am.. I came hard, bucking against my daughter. Even though I was not touching myself and my clit was trapped between my legs, I exploded with pleasure, humping Kira strongly. She stirred as I orgasmed, turning back to watch as I burned with release. I closed my eyes a moment, shuddering, wetness running down my thigh.I trembled and opened my eyes slowly. Kira was watching me. I didn't speak, but my hand moved over her hip and between her legs. They parted slightly, and I found my daughter's clit. It. Jenna helped me rip it off, freeing her small breasts. So firm, her nipples tiny and hard, a softer shade of pink than mine. I groaned, my dick throbbing in her pussy, as I admired my daughter’s teenage titties.“So beautiful,” I said in awe, my hands cupping them, feeling how pliant they were.My thumbs brushed her nipples. She groaned. Her pussy clenched on my dick as she slammed down my cock.“Just so pretty.”“Oh, Mom, yes,” she purred as I leaned forward and sucked on one.My lips engulfed the. This side of their house looked straight into a tall wooden fence, so she had no inhibitions about the fact that she was in the nude. She had thought about putting on her night robe, but any piece of clothing right now, no matter how thin, repulsed her. Despite being in her birthday suit, she was covered in sweat. As she stood at the open window, her sweaty body reflecting the moonlight, the night was deathly silent. The silence was something she enjoyed. What annoyed her was the lack of any.