When it came to whether or not to throw on underwear, she could go either way, but eventually decided to put on something simple and pink. Modesty was...no issue; she liked the color.As usual, the onanism had drawn tears, meaning she had to touch up her makeup. She preferred an inky blue around the eyes and something to deemphasize the irrupting freckle population.Arthur: Hell, as long as you’re not flicking it to that weird Greek God scenario you talk about.She smirked. Always share your. “I will never get tired of seeing you dressed like that, Kitten. You are so beautiful and excite the hell out of me, every time you enter a room.”“Thank you, Sir. Now, what can I do to please you?”Sir opened his robe to show he was naked sitting there and said, “Get on your knees, crawl over here, and take care of this piece of meat between my legs.”I could not get there fast enough, as Sir has the most beautiful cock I have ever seen. His cum is also very sweet and I cannot ever get enough of. Mistress Monica ignored my cries, wiped the excess lube from my ass cheeks, pulled up my panties and then pulled down my dress. She helped me stand up and facing each other, she gave me a soft kiss on the lipsfor being such a wonderful slut, she said. She helped me back into the car, and as my body fell into the seat, let out yet another cry as I forced the plug deeper inside of myself. As I squirmed around on theseat trying to get comfortable, Mistress Monica started the car back up and headed. And although I knew that to be true, I still couldn’t ignore the prospect of how financially advantageous it would be for me, not to mention how helpful I could be to dad around the house. I gave it serious thought for the next few days and eventually decided to run the idea past dad. So later that week one evening after dad got home from work I stopped by for a visit. He seemed puzzled that I was there on a weeknight but appeared happy to see me. I was a bit nervous and didn’t quite know how.