For me it is like I'm painting a picture, every time creating my new masterpiece, and nothing would spoil that special moment more than having to star... with a used canvas!" The women smiled and nodded. "I'm going to have my daughter Tiffanny speak about thosefirst times by herself and how we dealt with some issues!" A young, buxom, blonde teenager in a microskirt and low cut sweatersmiled, kissed her mother on the lips and smiled rather shyly atthe small group of adult women and mothers,. He looked like I had slapped him. He ran over and jumped up in the truck. He quickly cut the ropes holding me and then he took me in his arms and held me tight. He told me how much he loved me and tried to kiss me.I shook my head and pushed him away gently. I reached up and touched his cheek with my fingertips and said, "Thank you, darling. I will always thank you. But too much has happened. We can't ... I'm..."He pulled me back into his arms and held me so tight I could hardly breathe. He. Grace paused, realizing Catherine had the upper hand, however insignificant it was. Catherine simply breathed in the cool air."He's going to find you, you know," Catherine said. "Lukas likes his privacy. If you keep coming after him, he's going to come after you." Unless I find him first," Grace said firmly.Catherine gave just a hint of a chuckle."You might. But it will cost you everything," Catherine said, knowingly. "Your career. Your marriage. Your home. Even your daughters."Grace arched her. I need to get dry" was Sir's answer, followed by some rustling and bumping sounds. Sir was stripping in front of my Daddy. I started to salivate, picturing Sir's massive cock being unveiled. No sound from my Dad, as my imagination brought up all sorts of scenes to fill in the visual void. One shocking word from Sir Kullen made me hold my breath; a word I'd heard several times daily for the past few weeks. "Kneel". A slight thumping sound, and just like that I knew my Daddy was seconds away.