. and...” She swallowed. “Are there candles upstairs?”“Yes, there are, Mistress,” I cooed to my daughter. “Restraints are attached to our ...ed. I have set out several floggers and paddles if you wish to use them on me. As well as my nipple clamps.”“God,” groaned Britney. She quivered there. “Strip me naked, Mommy-slave!”“Yes, Mistress,” I breathed, my futa-cock throbbing and my cunt clenching about the surprise.I rose to my feet and shot my hands to her baby doll t-shirt. I drew it up and over. However I had agreed and lowered my head and began licking his hairy balls and Master, you know what! His cock began to swell and harden, as it did so it lengthened and it impressed me no end that from such small beginnings developed a reasonable rigid length of cock.By the time I was licking the underside of the head it was about four and a half inches long. Poor Jerry, he obviously really needed a quick relief because as soon as my hand pulled back his hood of his uncircumcised cock and stuck. Chapter 1: - Snow in my SandalsThe car shows had been going smoothly until we hit Syracuse. Charlie had gone back to La Jolla, leaving CJ (Charles Jr.) in charge. Yeah, I thought it was funny too. At least I did until CJ dropped the ball. Charlie had only made modeling arrangements one city in advance. When he left, CJ did not make any new arrangements, which left us without any bikini girls. A car show without bikinis is like a surfboard without waves: functional but it gets no action. In a. She reminded herself of this fact and it motivated her – the better she did, the more likely she would be out of this dump of a town in nine month’s time! Academic subjects at school were not her strong point but she loved drama, despite not really getting along with her teacher in the subject. This was an understatement – Mr Roberts was a cold, unsympathetic hard-ass and there was no love lost between himself and Amy. But this year she would show him she could act, really act and she would get.