Each morning Romie would come downstairs and join us for breakfast. She would usually wear a pajama top which always seemed to have a gap where I coul... get a glimpse of her tits. I don't think that she ever wore a bra, if fact I'm sure she didn't. Oh God how I looked forward to breakfast.I would dream about Romie at night. I wanted to see her nude. No I just had to see her nude. I needed a plan.One night I was logged onto my computer, which I had moved into the basement, and was surfing the. He left it there. The air was cool but dry in the basement, and with my whole backside exposed to the room, I shivered involuntarily.Daddy walked to the wall and picked up the bullwhip almost reverently. I watched in fascination as he began doing something very strange. He started pick-pick-picking at something on the very end of the whip, and with all honesty, he reminded me of a monkey picking fleas. I simply couldn't fathom the meaning of the ritual. He didn't even glance at me for the. After another minute, I lay back and tried to fight the pleasure. I certainly knew that someone would need to give out sooner or later, but I didn't want that to be me. With Britney fucking me so flawlessly, I had my work cut out for me."Oh, yes, just like that, Daddy, make my cherry so sore that it hurts for over a week. Your dick is so big, Dad," she said, before pausing and leaning up with him. "I hope you keep mom satisfied with it, too; she still needs to fucked." I know, babe," he added,. Then, as she brought the dropper over to the final bottle, she felt a splatter on her leg and froze, horrified. She looked down and saw that a small drop had leaked out of the tip of the dropper and fallen onto her exposed skin. She immediately grabbed a tissue and wiped it off, hoping that she’d removed it before it could affect her. After washing her leg with soap and water, she got back to work, and very carefully put four drops into the final bottle, intended for that flirty bitch Sam..