"The King! King Shawn has awakened!" "Huh?" I turned my head as I heard the voice from behind me, though I didn't know who said it. No sooner I turned...my head, the whole gathering of women practically stopped what they were doing and rushed at me."Uh... WHOA, WHOA, WHOA, WHOA, WHOA!" I held out my hands as if that would stop them. To my surprise, they did stop. I thought, now armed with new courage."Well the whole lot of ya, can go back to whatever it was you were doin' before. Except you. There are two other men chained against the wall beside me. On the other side of the stage three women are chained. Their breasts are bare, but tape or pasties cover their nipples... for now.People walking by often think that the hood which covers my head is for punishment. It could be used for that if the eye holes were sealed and I had earplugs in my ears. But my ears are clear and the eye slits are open. I can’t see much through them, but they are open. The hood is not to punish me. It is. While it was a little reddened and gaped slightly from her earlier activities, it didn't appear to be abraded or sore. I almost came in my pants when I saw a few drops of thick, white fluid dribble from it to join the stream of pussy juice running down between her bottom cheeks.Returning my attention to the needs of my daughter, I swept my tongue up between her lips, savoring her musky, sweet nectar. I then began to thrum the tip of my tongue against the base of her clit. She immediately. “Next, I will place some oil on your little –oops! - big cock. Actually Donnie, it has grown the size of your dad’s - at least.” Donnie is startled to hear his mother say the word “cock” and mention his dad’s. Before, she has always called it his “penis” or earlier “his thing.”“I know I shouldn’t compare....” Her thumb and forefinger in a pinch form move towards his penis.‘Oh! Lovely. It jumped before I even touch it. It’s okay for it to jump.There - there.” She grasps it and gives it a little.