I slid my hand up onto her ass, rubbed and squeezed a little, and then slid it further down onto the back of her soft, warm legs. I rubbed her legs an... ass for a bit, picturing her boss holding her still, feeling her tits, ass, and cunt while grinding his hard cock against her ass crack. Finally I slid my hand down and grabbed the bottom of her skirt and began pulling it up. It came up a little but then stopped from the weight of her laying on it. I sat up and with both hands pulled her skirt. SLAP!I am your mistress and I will call you what I like. NOW STRIP!!!Yes, mistress, said Lisa and kicked off her shoes, pulled her sequined top off and wiggled out of her hooker skirt. Standing there naked, her pussy practically bubbled with wetness.Get on your back on the bed and bring your ass to the edge.Yes, mistress.Now pull those skinny wet legs up to your chest. I like full access.Yes, mistress.Lisa was so turned on she thought she would cum with just one touch to her clit.On her knees. With a slight giggle, not of humor but sarcasm, Dad added, “Guess Brad had himself one hell of a time with you.”I guess there was something in my expression that gave me away. I could never really hide anything from Dad. People often said we were “just the same, except I had breast”. “So it wasn’t just Brad. How many boys enjoyed that cute little body of yours yesterday?”“Now Bob, Stop it. I’m sure nothing like that happened, now did it Sara?”Again my crying and expression must have given me. The smell was amazing: more pungent than Harshleen’s pussy. And then my tongue made the first contact inside her pussy lips. I wanted to taste and drink her juices. It was incredible and she was so wet. I gently licked around and then gave her clit some attention.I worked hard, enjoying every moment and loving the pleasured responses she gave to my efforts. I gently pushed a finger inside her, which felt so hot and delicious and carried on tonguing her clit. I remembered that this pussy had.