" I do as instructed, no longer able to argue with my daughter's commands. Once my pussy lips are stretched out and taped in place, Anna ties a cord...around the tip of my clit and stretches it out viciously. "What do you want us to do?" "I want you to open my pussy with the speculum and paint it, inside and out, just like we painted yours." I know it is my mouth speaking, but I can't remember actually wanting to say anything. "Dad, pummel mom's pussy with paintballs, just like we did to. And his eyes are glued to the fun we're having. I smile at him, and he smiles back."Someone's watching us." I whisper quietly to you. I feel you grow somehow even harder inside me, and I flick my eyes towards the passenger. I see you look up at him, then feel a draft as you pull the back of my skirt up and let him see my ass. You then drop my skirt, and slip your hand under the front of my dress to massage my clit. Within seconds, I can't help but cum, and I press my mouth against your shoulder. But I was not intimidated by this little strumpet. "Go lock the door and then come back here and take your clothes off. Be quick about it, we don't have all day!" I liked making these girls lock the door, especially this first time we meet – it's intimidating and frightening for them to lock themselves in a room with me, knowing what will be going on. Having them lock the door themselves is like they are giving in to me and relinquishing the control they held so dear. They are basically. He pushed my hand with my coke in it up. Drink up honey..relax.. I gulped down the whole drink while he pinched one nipple then another. When I put the drink down he smiled, and pushed me back a little in the booth. Then he leaned over and took a nipple into his mouth. I was on fire. I was letting him do this, a stranger, older than my father in public. I figured the men really couldnt see what was happening or just knew better than to interrupt because no one else came to the booth. George.