For Marie, her Lady’s enabler, all in life that meant anything was here at her disposal. She lusted. She knelt to her duties with relish for all her...hopes were pinned to the scant hours of satiation she prayed lay in store. Yvette quietly watched, admired, compelled, prepared to instruct from above but Marie needed no tutoring. She had served as Yvette’s vessel and voracious tormentor of whatever male and whatever bed she to which she was commanded. Her Lady Yvette would have no man. Her heart. This was a deliciousexperience for me, but I was extremely engrossed with the efforts ofnot letting things go “too far,” and I never allowed myself to reallyrelax and simply enjoy the experience.I told Mark that I didn’t plan to ever perform oral sex on a manbecause, “I just don’t think physically I can do it. It’s not that Ithink it’s gross or that I’m scared,” I was definitely lying on thesecond part, “it’s just that my jaw is. I reamed my baby girl’s ass, loving the tart taste of her. Then I looked up at her. “Tell me what they looked like, baby. What did your underwear show your friends?” “Lick my asshole, Daddy…more…please…I’ll tell you everything…Oh God…that’s sooo good! Fuck me with your tongue, Daddy! Ohhh Goddddd!!!! No…stop…please, Daddy…just lick me…that’s so good. “I don’t know why…I guess I just ran out of ‘regular’ underwear…I had on a really sheer, sexy black bra and matching bikini. I couldn't handle a baby, college and a part time cashier's job. It was just too much.Roger painted houses during the summers to help bring in some money. We pretty much lived off my parents and saved our money for a down payment on our own home. When I went to work, mom took care of the baby for me. Roger was in his last year and then he would find a job and we could get our own place. Until then I was the bread winner of the family (with my parents help).When Roger graduated, I was pregnant.