The dress was supercute and adorable, bright and beautiful. The dress the dress was cast inan unlined crepe shift silhouette in eye catching fuchsia; ...weet prissyprincess seems and had a vibrant white Peter Pan collar. Mother had mewear sheer pantyhose that were decorated with lovely sweet pink wovenhearts. My shoes were a pair of white bow flats which had a slim roundtoe design and small accent bows.Mother applied light makeup to enhance my natural beauty. I loved sittingat her vanity as she. "You have something that's mine," Iwhispered.Jack smiled slyly as he spread his arms and held both shot glasses ofSambuca far out to the side. "What do you say?" Please, darling, give it to me," I answered, moving closer.Jack answered by slowly bringing one of the shot glasses to his mouth,and then he took it all in one swallow. I was now eager to taste thepungent liquor on his mouth and tongue, but he surprised me by dippingone finger in the remaining shot glass and then painting the tip of. Even tho she was my daughter.The dress was black, mid thigh length ... but it was the plunging top that told me that she was braless under the top. The inner surfaces of her large breasts were visible in the plunging neckline. She turned to show me that the dress was backless. Her skin looked so smooth."Well ... do I pass?" she asked.After a couple of moments silence I was finally able to stammer out a "Yes."It wasn't until we finally made it to the restaurant and were seated at our table that. Just as whore is about to pass out again, it feels it's Sir paw at last nights wounds while trembling out the last of his seed. You rip at whore's hair, snapping its neck toward you. "You may speak, whore!" A command comes as you smack it's face so hard it brings tears. "Thank you, Sir for using whore so roughly this morning, Sir. whore is a dirty fuck twat and it needs to be abused more, Sir. Please, Sir." you hear through muffled sobs. Just then you pull whore to you with a tight vice around.