”“What kind of daydream?” Lucy’s curiosity now piqued. “Tell me more. It sounds like you have a good story. Then I’ll tell you about what ...appened to me.”“Alright,” Brea says, feeling giddy. “Let me go in Roman’s office. I don’t want anyone to stumble in on us.” She picks up the communicator and sets it on Roman’s desk, sitting in his chair. “Door closed and we’re all alone now.”“So go on then, tell me,” Lucy prods. “What was your dream about?”“Well, it started the day after you left. I woke up. She was looking at with great anger and begging also for the FUCK as she was not able to control it. But I was teasing her a lot (If you tease a girl a lot when they are high for sex you will get the best experience … read it some where) and then finally I inserted my cock in her pussy very slowly only half of my cock entered then I hold her shoulders and planted a kiss on her lips (so that no noise comes) and gave big thrust and my cock was inside her pussy heaven. When I gave a thrust her. They were full of fetish implements: whips, leather paddles, wooden paddles, a couple of canes, leather handcuffs and collars, leather restraints, painful-looking metal clips, and a few items that she had no clue what they could be used for. The implements frightened Cecilia, but at the same time fascinated her. They represented a more extreme dimension of the relationship she already had with Jason, a progression of submission, punishment, pain, redemption, and finally a release through sexual. I said I was but he could tell by my voice that something was wrong. "Are you sick, honey?" he asked as he entered the room. "Lupe says you haven't been downstairs all afternoon." Something is wrong with me, Daddy," I sighed. "I think I have a fever."He felt my forehead and said he didn't think I was warm but my skin did feel a little flushed. Until this time, I had kept the covers pulled firmly up around my chin. I eased them down now, revealing my nubile breasts to my father."Look, Daddy..