" This weekend, you're going to have sex with your father."My father carried me in his arms and brought me to the house. He removed my bikini bottoms ...nd put me on the bed and spread my thighs. When my father's tongue hit my pussy, I nearly jumped.His tongue was licking up and down my vagina. He was working his tongue in circles over my clit. It felt so good. I was moaning and groaning. My father was licking my pussy straight up and then back down. Daddy put his finger into my wet pussy and was. I never told my girlfriend, who knew what she might think of it.I walked back into my room and said to Susan: “Sorry babe, have to go to work at 7 P.M., apparently someone is sick and I’m the only one in town at the moment.”“The only one?”, she asked. “That’s odd.”So after breakfast and one last fuck we parted. I took the bus to the village where I “met” the man, and when I walked to the gates I saw him waiting for me in front of the gates. When he saw me, he pointed to a grey car parked a few. Mom entered the room, and I felt a surge go through my body. I was wearing only a robe and my underpants, and a thin robe at that. My underpants began to stretch as I looked up at Mom. I saw her so differently now that I knew certain... things about her. I smiled at her and she smiled back, winking. She looked incredible. Mom wore her sexiest dressing gown and robe. It was a sheer black nightgown with spaghetti straps that laced up the front, pulling her tits together loosely and displaying. Joseph positioned Otto as a flanker on one side of the street while he and George worked on the other side. They practiced dodging from one recessed doorway to the next, and they actually got pretty good at it by the time they got downtown. No matter what, this was fun. They never had the chance to play their own games as youngsters—they always had to play the games their owners wanted, and they were almost never any fun to the slaves, since they usually ended in some form of pain to the boys,.