..s-s-” “Say 'I'm sorry, Daddy.'” You urged me, your voice all too calm. “I'm s-sorry...Daddy,” I whined out, my hands tensing and grabbing ...t the bedsheets, still trapped beneath your knees. “'I'll follow your orders.'” You continued, your hand unwavering from my throat. “I'll,” I wheezed out, my eyes slipping closed, “follow your...o-order-s...” I finally stammered out, and you released me, straightening your posture above me. I blinked a few times as I inhaled deeply, adjusting my vision. . She gets on her knees and gets between my legs and grabs my cock and starts to stroke. Then she uses her tongue to lick the tip and up and down the shaft. "That feels damn good" I tell her"Good, I've had practice" she replied"So, seeing anyone?" I ask"Nope, just became single" she answered"That's too bad, but enough talk, stick that cock in your mouth and show me how good you are" I tell herShe doesn't say anything else, just shoves my cock in her mouth and deep throats it as far as she can.. No, I wont let you go until you are initiated&hellip,all of us girls do it. Do you understand! And there is a vow of silence, even your mom and my mom have done this initiation and have never told anyone about it. Do you understand Christy? Christy stopped flopping around, In tit e ation? No silly, initiation, all the girls in this family go through it, and since Im getting married the tradition is that I should do it to you. Do you understand? Yes, said Christy softly. Before the word was out. It was a 40 minute process from start to finish, if only because she spent a full 20 minutes just standing under the warm spray of the shower. Make up was applied quickly and sparingly before she moved back to her room, pulling on a pair of wide leg blue jeans, tattered and paling from wear, followed by a vintage t-shirt from some town in New York’s recreational soccer league. She was number 12, sponsored by Donny’s Pizza. Denim jacket completed the outfit, she checked herself in the mirror..