Removing my underwear from mouth I slowly said in her ear that I recorded all this and I am going to show this to dad and showed the hidden camera.But...only the first part was recorded because the memory was less.She begged me not to do that for her.For that I demanded that she should be my sex slave from now onwards.She agreed for that and the session went on till evening 7 pm.My father was in at that time.At night after they enjoyed their fulfillment, I went near her and slowly called her to. Some were more indifferent as long as they were on her bed and they could shower after.I assured her that I knew the difference and that she did not want the details. She grumped at that, but said it was okay “for now.” She did have another issue, which was that she was feeling sore in terms of her pussy. “You said something about draining your balls. I think there is more in there. I want to be there for you, but I am concerned. You could trust my mouth now...”“Well, that is very kind. But let. Maybe.She felt tears begin to rise and bit them back. No more crying, she thought fiercely. It won't help. Don't give him the satisfaction.Claude climbed the stairs and stood outside of her door, getting a mental map of what lay inside.Renee was curled in a ball around a pillow, trying to will away the hopelessness that invaded her to the core. She wore a light cotton nightgown; she'd tried to put on day clothes- something she would have felt safer in- but the wardrobe had only opened to sleep. He pulled three fingers out and slowly moved it back and forth in her vagina, while some other fingers played with her clit. Lillian was terrified. She was going to have an orgasm. She had read about this in books, but she had never actually felt this&hellip,this feeling of build up! She so desperately wanted to let it out, but she tried to restrain herself. Suddenly, the finger pumping in her vaginas speed increased, and she knew she wouldnt able to hold out much longerhow embarrassing would.