She coached him on values, and prepared him to front for her. They approached a man dressed in leather britches, highly decorated yet well worn at the...seat and on the insides of the legs. He was wearing what looked like a huge leather shoe on his head, the toe pointed up and to the front. His silk shirt was covered with a sheepskin vest, also patterned and dyed in bright colors, fleece side in. His hair was oiled and long, unconstrained, and his moustaches were long and flowing. He smiled. I moaned, “Mmmm” as his finger found my wet slit. God his finger felt good there. Better than my own finger ever did. He ran his finger through my private lips, barely parting them, but the feeling was enough to send me over the edge. I let go of the mini orgasm I was having as his finger lingered there inside my panties. My clit pulsed against his palm as his finger lingered just slightly inside my sexual fold.Then daddy did it. I felt his finger slide into my wet pink pussy. My body tensed as. . . fuck . . . oh fuck. . . here . . . it . . . comes . . . take . . . my . . . nut . . . you . . . fucking . . . biiiiiiiiiiiiiiitch!!!!!!!!!!" he yelled as I felt his cock spasm in my ass and his cum blasted and filled my hole. The amount of cum he released must have been a lot because I could feel blast after blast after blast of hot, searing cum fill me. He didn't slow down at first and continued to slam into me, pushing his cum deeper into my bowels, breeding me as his little cock-slave.He. I come home from work to be greeted by another load of crap from Janice, and now we had a 45 mile drive through what appeared to be the lightening storm of the century. It was the first Friday of the month and, as usual, we were on the way to my maternal grandmother's house for dinner. She lived alone in an old Victorian mansion. We both enjoyed her company, and she seemed to appreciate the visits. Unfortunately she lived in the next county."Are you ready yet?", I shouted back into the bedroom..