My head was feeling like it was made of cotton. We both just passed out. Hardly 10 minutes would have passed when my phone rang. We both came back to ...he reality with that sound.She did not move at all while I received the call. It was my customer whom I was supposed to meet at 10.30. He called to inform me that he was stuck due to rain and asked me to go to his office only after receiving a call from him. I felt a little disappointed in hearing the cell phone’s ring. But by the time I was. His overly puckered lips made eating and drinking awkward buthe didn't mind. It was worth any sacrifice to be the best bimbo hecould. When Chantelle told him his new Master would be arriving soon, hewas excited. It helped that, while he had been in a dreamy state as thedrugs and hormones finished their job, he had been further conditionedwith tapes and videos.The man who had financed everything showed up. His name was Max. He wastall, well dressed, and ruggedly handsome. His wristwatch. “Bitch,” she mock sneered at her girlish friend.Daddy rose up to his haunches and pulled Baby Girl into the hottest, most passionate kiss he’d ever known. Baby Girl threw it right back at him with her mouth open and her tongue swirling all around his. Daddy’s cock twitched with firey heat as he realized he was kissing his own, luscious Baby Girl the way he’d always dreamed, and the taste of his cock and her pussy were all over their mouths.Daddy’s brain felt like it was frying in the sun. There. She looked to her left and her concentration was captured by the side on view of Steve in the wall mirror. His eyes were closed as he stood in front of the toilet. His right hand wrapped around his hard-on. Rachael gasped gently as Steve’s hand started to move slowly up his organ, his foreskin engulfing his swollen purple head. Then in a slow and gentle rhythm his hand would pull the foreskin of his penis down once again exposing his glistening glans.Rachael looked away for she knew she should.