Just long enough for him to shower hopefully.Closing the door to the entrance hall, he entered the living space that was now quite warm. The logs sput...ered and flared nicely in the grate, occasionally exploding in retorts as the resin became hot and vaporised, sending blue flames out at odd angles and sparks flew up the chimney.He surveyed the room.Nothing had changed. The walls were still rough-hewn logs fitted together and retained in upright split trunks. The white wattle filling still kept. The last weeks forced cycle of stretching poses and increasing dildo thickness helped ready her for her introduction to fisting. Her new wardrobe of clothing, all from pornsites, had arrived. Week three was the first time in over 14 days that she left the house and we used the opportunity to stretch the guages of all her piercings. When we would go out, your mother's outfits would consist of a cupless bra that help to lift her tits up, making her nipples visible through the sheer fabric of her. I stood there, eyes glued on the cock I had in my mouth the night before. My mind instantly wandered back to those spankings, how Daddy’s finger rubbed my wet pussy before spanking it. I felt my pussy tingle and dampen as I bit my lip, listening to Daddy now panting. Oh how badly I wanted to go in there and touch it again, how I wanted to wrap my lips around it again, and how I wanted Daddy to make me cum.I closed my eyes and unfortunately, a moan escaped my lips. I was lost in my own world. It was two levels tall. The ground floor had the living room, kitchen, dining room, and half bathroom. On the top floor, there was the master bedroom with an en suite bathroom, and down the hall was the bedroom the girls would share and across the hall from it was their bathroom.Kiyomi had only seen such a large house in American movie and tv shows. She marveled at the size and arrangement of the rooms, but was interrupted by the thundering steps of her sister coming down the stairs.Kiyomi.