You still don't answer me."Slave I asked you, what you will do for me? Would you like to lick my cunt?”“Mistress Mysteria may I lick your cunt?”... say you can, and I sit on your face.I grind my pussy on your face. You are sucking my clitoris and your tongue is licking the folds of my wet bald pussy. Your tongue is darting in and out of my wet hot slit. I sit up a bit getting off your face and say….."Slave do you still want to eat my cunt?"“Mistress Mysteria, may I eat your cunt?”I say you can.I. No 'jacking-off,' 'blow-jobs,' or 'fucking.' What's the story behind such conserved expressions?" I guess my upbringing again. I didn't grow up with any swearing or foul language. My folks were big on going to church."(Smiling) "There you go again. But it's nice. I think it describes me too. The worst word my dad used was 'horse's neck.' My folks would never understand a man being attracted to another man either. But, this burning desire is there, and never seems to go away for me. Ladies, there will be no cost whatsoever to participate in the Lottery. As I said, it is my gift to you. And by the same token, I don't want any of you to feel you have to go out and spend your hard-earned money..." I turned to the Queen beside me and asked, "You do use money here right?" Yes, but it's called krilou," she said."... I don't want you to spend your hard-earned krilou to buy a dress or outfit for our date. It is not needed. It is not the dress that I am inviting to the castle, it. I wondered if he could smell my pussy. He was so close to my body I kept getting wet and tingly. I've never got so hot over my Dad, or the fact my brother came all over a porno magazine. Helen and Drew walked in and startled me I hoped down of the counter sliding my body down Dads rock hard body, I think I felt his cock but wasn't sure. After dinner everyone went to bed leaving Dad and I alone in the living room watching a movie. I grabbed a cover and snuggled up to Dad. He wrapped his arm.