"Daddy? I know you want to touch me."I took his big hands and slid them up my belly. Then I slid them further up until his hands were covering my tits... He could feel the nipples hardening through my sheer top."Holy shit, honey! This is wrong."I leaned into him and said, "Oh, but it feels so good."He slid his hand under my sheer nightie, and cupped my firm tits. His thumbs traced my hard nipples. I moaned softly. I slid over until I was lying between his legs. My ass pushed against his hardening. The stumbling column of tired camels followed each other more from instinct than from actual guidance from their robe-cloaked masters.When viewed from a height, the route was similar to the time honored expedition up female secret passageways struggling forward until the paradise of ultimate sensuous delight regurgitated the weary travelers out into a valley of pleasure-laden promise.In this land of milk and honey, this wonder of Babylon, a deceitful tyrant ruled with an iron fist and stripped. With his imagination he brushed her long legs and caressed her feet.And finally he looked back up, at her face. Even in sleep, her expression exuded easy confidence. Was she dreaming of her future, of a future he had envisioned for her, full of accomplishment and mastery? A future in which she glided to the top and looked down at those she'd left behind, her inferiors?---He had known he would do this but had banished all thought of it from himself until the deed was done. And now, he was. Well, we just can’t have that. So, we’re going to get you very drunk, and then screw your brains out.’ You try to say something to them, but like so many times before, your brain is failing you and you just let out a low groan for no apparent reason. ‘Its not up to you in more, lover boy. You’re going to be our bitch tonight. Torrie opens up the bar and grabs some hard liquor. ‘Open up.’ You clamp your mouth shut, not wanting to forget something like this, and Trish bites down on your nipple,.