. ?" The stunned but unfinished question hung in the air. Daddy nodded quietly and then he hit me with the second part of his one-two punch."It was Ba...s who took those pictures," he told me.I started to cry myself and turned toward Daddy, to hug him. He cried on my shoulder while I sobbed into his chest. Our bodies were close and I suddenly felt his hardness pressing against me. It meant nothing; I knew that boys — and of course men — become erect when they think about sex. Mom's well used pink. We fucked the night away and in the wee small hours cumming multiple times, then I went home for a couple hours of sl**p. The great thing was that after the first fucking, I could call her any time and come over and we would fuck all night. Then it got a little complicated. I got transfered to a different branch in the same city and started fucking a different co- worker. She wasn’t anything special but a fuck was a fuck. She had two k**s, saggy tits, but she could work her cunt like a machine.. First, Dad and I never exactly got on like a house on fire. He was the CIO of a large hedge fund which meant that he wasn’t around much. He travelled to Europe regularly and commuted during the week to Manhattan for meetings.When he was home, he was either at the office working late or in his study with the door firmly shut. I tended not to see him except at breakfast or dinner, and then, the conversation was largely unbearable. Dad would inevitably turn to sport, our single subject of. . like having your pussy licked... Every tiny drop of Dominica's pee, like an orgasm. Swallow... and cum... Swallow... and cum... You crave to obey Dominica... You crave to swallow... and cum... Feel the next drop roll down your tongue... So very slowly... You want to keep it on your tongue... You want to taste it as long as you can... Each tiny drop... Drop... Drop... Swallow... and CUM... Such intense pleasure... You never want it to end..."There was nothing subliminal about this recording..