Could you help me. Jennifer?”“Sure thing lover, I need a shower first.”I followed her in, and we ended up taking a shower together ... playing a...little.Isabel was intent on helping with meals when it was something she felt she could do, so she helped Ally and Katherine.My fiancée and I carefully went over our playlist and made up our set list of exactly fifty songs, which by itself was practically three hours of music. Add in the applause and we got it covered.We sat down to some Pan Fried. The reflection showed a woman who looked to be about twenty something,fairly attractive. This was only an outward appearance. What was insideher? Was it Tom struggling to get out, or was it Terri that was finallyfree of the confines of Tom and wherever he kept her prisoner? Helddown, confined, ashamed to let her out in fear of ridicule andhumiliation. Was she always there sabotaging his efforts to appear to bea man? Was she the one that kept whispering "fail, fail," or was shejust a pawn, a. Now, I'm not into being hurt but I do love to be taken, owned, used like a toy for Daddy's amusement and sexual pleasure. I love to be posed and directed, challenged and fucked senseless then rewarded with sweet, hot Daddy cum!And that's exactly what I got. Really starting to fuck me, Daddy pounded my tight pussy with that type of deep fucking that says I own your ass bitch. I like to do my part too so I kept my back arched, ass held in position for maximum depth, Daddy was hitting his target. ’ Surely not in my bed. ‘What was that?’ ‘You had a wet dream. As I watched, I had this wish that you were wiggling and moving like that under me.’ His voice was far off as if in a daydream. I closed my eyes, the scene he was starting to paint danced behind my eyelids. All I could do was lay there on my side and listen to him as he created an erotic scene with his hypnotic tone. ‘Your head was thrown carelessly to the side as if someone was kissing your neck, slowly working their way down to.