Aur mera haath uski peeth par chala gay…nang peeth par sirhf bra ki straps mehsos ho rahi thhi…main 10sec to ek hi jaga h raha..fir apne haathon s... peeth sahlani shur ki …aur dheere dheere uski gardan ki rtarafHaath badhakar…aage seene tak le aaya…woh siskiyaan lene lagi aur boli…kya kar rahe hai…maine kaha kudrat ki tareef kar raha hoon…tum kaun sa perfume lagaati ho…usne kaha…kyun maine kaha behtareen khusboo uth rahi hai uske badan se…usne dheem se kaha kahaan kahaan se…maine apn haath ko. I asked how her gown had torn and she told me that she had torn it running from the room. She was terrified that father would come into the room looking for her. He never did. The next day everyone looked serious and soon after my sister left the house with the Nuns and never returned. If there was a lesson to be learned, I learned it. So now as father's eyes peered through my sheet and mentally exposed my breasts. I wondered how long he would wait before trying to undress me. I wouldn't. ”“I love you my darling.” He said, between kisses. He began trailing kisses down my chest and over my tummy. It felt so good to be loved by my daddy, but I felt uncomfortable.“Daddy, I got to Pee real bad. I”m sorry.”My daddy jumped up, his cock hard as a rock and sticking out like a pole. “I”m so sorry baby.” Then he seemed to have an idea. He smiled wickedly, then leaned over and slid his hands under me, picking me up as if I was a precious cargo and carried me to the bathroom. I expected to. As I'm on my knees (M) views my posture then commands me to show hands as I do this (M) grabs some rope and ties my hands together, I start to feel excited realizing what (M) called me down for, (M) asks me to try and get out i struggle but can't get out, (M) smiles and pushes me stomach down on the ground (M) gets on my back with some more rope and ties my legs together tells me to struggle again, and again I couldn't get out she gets off my back and commands me to kneel, struggling to get up.