?Yes Daddy? I saidsimply but with a hint of enthusiasm.There were many items on the floor and I was asked to sit in the chairbut first Daddy wanted a ...hotograph. I love modeling and was thrilled asI posed and smiled, surrounded by an assortment of bondage, disciplineand leather items. A paddle, a leather strap, leather and steel leg andwrist restraints were what first awaited use by Daddy on ?his girl?. Evenmore representative was the collar and leash with the words ?Daddy?sGirl? written in. My heels clicked on the wooden floor as I approached his desk. Puttingthe pad and pen down on his desk I ascended the ladder. I had to climbto the top step and stretch up to reach the file he had asked for."Mmmm nice," he whispered, "I'm pleased to see that you remembered thatall the girls here should always wear stockings and suspenders or hold-ups, never bare-legged or tights."I could feel his eyes gazing up my skirt as he spoke, it is such anerotic feeling to be leered at by a man!"Yes Sir,. .. Uhhh!... Uhh! Shit, I'm cumming! Ohh yeah, drink it all Carl. Uhhh! Uhhhh! Uuhhh! Ohhh fuck!... Ohh Yeah... Uhhh... Uhhh..." I watched Daddyy eagerly drinking the stuff that came out from Unclle's dick and I was a little grossed out for a second. But I kept on watching as I saw Unclle Jim pulled his spent cock out from Dadd's mouth. I noticed some of that stuff was dripping from the tip of Unckle's cock when he leaned over to kiss Dadd on the forehead. I watched Daddy reached over with his. Without letting my cock escape that wet pussy, I reach behind me and grab a pillow. I fold it and put it under her hips. She now had an easier time keeping her hips up to fully accept the power of my thrusts, and take it she did. The sound of our flesh slapping together filled the room. It was beginning to hurt me a little so I could only imagine her. By now her throat was dry from the screaming and if I was hurting her I couldn’t hear her protests. She never tried to move out of the way though.