I watched, transfixed. It wasn’t his cock that excited me; it was identifying with it that turned me on. Now, with Poppy hard at work, I had a perfe...t view of her shapely back, (I love naked backs!) and sometimes when she rose up a little higher, her cute little rump. My fingers involuntarily flexed and squeezed as I imagined my hands running wild across that smooth, round, erogenous zone.Suddenly Poppy lifted her head, and turning towards me, whispered, “Jock, is Marge watching?”“Marge?” I. ...i have to work''''shhhh we will pay you , just have fun , let it go, you like to be fuck, you go back to that boring life after that''moaning on all of 4 again, has the spa filled with noise of me just being the bimbo fuck doll they all wanted so badsharing my wet holes all day , in and out of the spauntil dinner time, leaving me to dress sexy and cook for them feeling exhausted and drooling cumuntil them help me wash in the shower before dresing me sexy leaving me in the kitchen to cook. I closed my eyes and pretended that she was her mother. I got lost in her. I had no idea how much time had passed or how much pleasure that I had given her. All I did know was that I was exactly where I needed to be.I did not remember crawling up her belly to place my cock inside her, all I do remember is calling her my amazing sex queen. That was my pet name for her mother.Vanessa said, “Oh Daddy, I love you, I feel like a woman now…a real woman. Please don’t ever stop loving me.”I smiled and. I can't really tell from her note. She has been useful to us, very useful. Go quickly, do whatever she tells you."I went quickly where I was told, arrived late at night, stabled my horse and curled up on the loft, just about to fall asleep when a cry came from the dark house."No, please, please," the female voice yelped.A man cackled and there was a slap and a deep and lecherous laugh. I got my britches and boots back on and crossed the stableyard to the back door, hitching on my heavy belt..