You lead him to the master bathroom, hoping he won’t be angry when you explain yourself. The bathroom was surprisingly large, mostly done in ...arble. The uncontrollable image of Master fucking you in the huge bathtub drifts through your head, doing nothing to help you control your growing urges. Daddy stands at the door, obviously confused, wondering what’s wrong. You lower your head, suddenly feeling sheepish as you lean back against the sink. “I’m sorry, Master. I…um…” . Phir maa boli maine dekha tha uss din kya kar raha tha meri chaadi sunghane me bahut maja aata hai tujhe mujhe sab pata hai us din bhi bathroom ke bahar se bhi mujhe dekh raha tha . Mujhse raha nahi gaya maine kaha kya karu mai mujhe maja aata hai ye sab karke aur wo boli aacha apni hi maa ko chodega tu sharam nahi hai lekin pata nahi mujhe aesa kyun laga ki wo gusse me thi ki kya maine kaha haan tumhe bhi toh maja ayega na ek baar karne do na. Uska muh dekhne layak tha usne kaha bahut din se. I patiently waited for her final drink to make her fall asleep like it had done many times. Finally deciding how I was going to do this, I ended up sitting up and leaning back into the couch with a hard bump to see if she would wake up. Knocking her arm across her chest made her boobs bounce but she didn't even flinch.I reached up and touched her pussy with a light stroke across the white nighty and immediately became hard. Tugging on her knee to make her legs spread apart I still pretended to. His middle finger probed her wetness first, followed by the index finger and then the ring finger disappeared behind the soft folds of her steaming cleft which was now like a tap turned on with no chance of being stopped. The kisses grew wilder, her strokes grew harder and quicker; his thrusts were determined and deeper as her muscles closed in around those fingers wishing that it were what she was fondling. She sensed it, it was in his breathing...shallower and deeper more like a dog panting..