I guess he is approaching his own orgasm. I keep sucking, my head going up and down faster. I really wanted his cum.Dad grabs my hair at the back of m... head and pulls my head towards him while he thrusts his dick down my throat, past my gag reflex and shoots his cum straight down my throat and into my stomach.When he fired his first shot down my throat I had a orgasm of my own and I think I even squirted.When Dad pulled his cock out of my mouth I just looked at Mum and said "sorry Mum, I didn't. I understood that my body was small, thin with decent curves, but not too much, so I dressed to accommodate that. Tight fit skirt, that came to about my knees, a pair of nylons underneath, heels, a blouse unbuttoned a couple buttons, tucked into the skirt. ‘Alright, lets go do that.’ He said, causing a smile to form on my face. He had the most amazing smile, that formed dimples in the corner of his cheeks, bright eyes, all of that. There was one factor in the way for my ever growing attraction. And don't have too good a time, ok?"Bridget patted his hand and said, "Never, lover. You are everything and you know it. I love you even more for letting me have this." She glanced back at April and said, "Make him happy, please? But not too happy."And then Tom and her got up and left, without looking back.There was silence at the table for a moment and then April said, "Shall we?"The rest of the evening was a blur.They made it back to Brad and Bridget's room – Bridget was nowhere to be found –. No better place to discipline a slave than in an old damp cellar! Furthermore, my slave would need to go outside sometimes, both for my entertainment and her health. So the house should be quite a distance from the road with enough shrubs and trees to make the house invisible from the road, or any other vantage point. I obviously didn’t want any trespassers either making a wall around my property a must. Secondly I obviously would need to find a slave somewhere. But what kind of slave was I.