“Stacy. Repeat after me and believe every word you say.”“Yes, master ... daddy.”...“My name is Stacy Childers. My father, Lawrence Childers,...created me with his seed. I owe my existence to him and I love him for it.”Word for word, she repeated it, a huge smile on her face and a single tear running down her cheek.“ ... My name is Stacy Childers. I love being with my lover and showing the world how much he means to me. I always want to look my best in public for him and I never want him to be. After chit-chat about world affairs, Conrad said to me, "Anne, you are such a lovely person, and I look forward to seeing you do your womanly thing." It was his way of saying he could not wait to see me and his friend go at it.The three of us entered Zack's bedroom. Zack took off his clothes, and Conrad did the same. Conrad was as well endowed as Zack. The only difference was Zack semi-hard and Conrad soft. I was getting wet just looking at the two of them. Shamelessly, I did put on a little. It was going to happen, no doubt but a wave of doubts came over me, not about the ‘rightness’ of this act, we were way beyond that, but doubts of whether I could satisfy a man. After all this was the first time I had been even this far. I had masturbated and watched porn on the internet of course, I had used a 4 inch dildo once (I regretted it when the dildo broke through my hymen, I thought that the fleshy barrier was further up than that, and was a hell of a lot more painful than I was led to. She let out a moan that was intense… she was helpless now… that’s wen I slipped my right hand into her panty…I was surprised to feel that she was not wearing a panty… I felt her wet, clammy PUSSY… I never wasted any time n I started pressing my hand softly on her pussy… I made her lie on her back… I put my head inside her t-shirt and started kissing her BOOBS… she lifted the t-shirt n grabbed my hair n started pulling it… it turned me on even more… all this time, I never lifted my hand off her.