Coming back to my senses slowly I ask ''Can we go for a walk?'' suddenly feeling the need to do something not just sit, my nerves couldn't take it ''y...s lets'' you say turning and starting to walk away I quickly follow, catching up and leaving the hotel we walk side by side down the street, you slower than I am sure you normally would but allowing for me walking with heels on….to begin it is awkward as expected, we talk about our journey here and how pretty the place seems and other useless. It was soft and warm and gave slightly as my finger tickled my opening. It reminded me of the consistency of pudding for some reason. Like when I stick my finger in a bowl of pudding and then pull it out to lick it.Yeah, like that.Then I slowly stuck my finger inside myself. I was all soft and even hotter inside than what I first felt on the outside. Then suddenly, it was like my pussy knew something was inside it and it latched onto my finger and pulled it all the way inside. I gulped and. “That’s great daddy, I want you to!” She said. For a moment I hesitated, she had called me daddy — not daddy John, but daddy! I swallowed and then gently worked my finger into Tania’s little slit behind the rope. I could swear she lifted her hips in an effort to help me, the moistness I encountered surprised me, I did not think girls this young could get so wet.I wriggled my finger hearing Tania sigh as the rope moved; I gradually eased the rope up and out of her slit. I could see her clit, red. Jack put his hands on my shoulders, forcing me to my knees, "All yours Janet." he said stepping back, the woman giggled, lifted her dress, and stepped into the stall, spread her thighs open, then grabbed my head, I noticed she was wearing rubber gloves, forcing my face into her very hairy cunt, and before I knew it, she was pissing into my mouth, "Drink, slut." Jack ordered. Not wanting another whipping, I gulped the hot piss down, there was a lot, I finished gasping, inadvertently licking my.