He and I had spent months chatting back and forth on line about the possibility of me getting Hanna pregnant (rather than him), and now here the three...of us were!I love Moroccan women, don't get me wrong, but Hanna was one of those classic European females, that many Moroccan men lust for, but rarely get the chance to have: Blonde, blue-eyed, slender, and flirtatious in a way no true Muslim woman would ever be; and it was that last thing, Hanna's unabashed flirtatiousness, that excited me so. The entire journey she was texting me nervously, asking for reassurance that she was doing the right thing.. to which i would always reply "yes, my curious little sissy".I left the door on the latch and walked back upstairs. As i sat in the chair i had carefully placed in the middle of the darkened room, i heard the door close and then lock.She txt me as she entered the bathroom to change into her outfit and let me know she would be up in 15 minutes. I started to slowly wank my throbbing, heavy. “Roseanna is very happy” she said “but she wants to feel you recover your erection whilst inside her, I believe you have your cock stuck into her cunt now” I nodded dumbfounded by what I was hearing “she understands you may need a little inspiration, is there anything I can do to help?” she said smiling at me“ is there anything you would like that will make you erect again” it all sounded so matter of fact and tended to have the opposite effect to inspiring my cock to rise again“ with regard. I slowly drew my cock out of her pussy. I helped her take her panties off and I led her to her bedroom. I undressed her and she got on the bed.“How do you want me Daddy?” Brandy asked.“On your back sweetheart. You need a reminder that you are my girl, so tonight I’m going to be the one fucking you. I hope it makes your body remember and makes sure your brain won’t forget again. You belong to your Daddy,” I told her.I took off my clothes and excused myself to use the CR. That’s the name they use.