And this first rocking orgasm was a good way to start. She moved the vibrator off her throbbing, overly sensitized clit and laid back on her bed wrapp...d in a cocoon of blissful warmth, grinning and giggling madly. She loved the feeling after an orgasm like this, being totally and completely relaxed, not thinking about anything, just enjoying the rapturous glow as her clouded mind slowly cleared. She ran the vibrator up her sweaty, still-trembling body, relishing the feelings of the powerful. And then Daddy pulled up at the Pink Velvet. There were a surprising number of cars parked before it at 9 AM. The club didn’t open until 3 PM.It had to be a gangbang.I was so nervous as I walked between my parents, Daddy in his dark suit, me in my schoolgirl clothing, Mommy dressed like a normal housewife. You would never know how depraved our family was just by looking at us—we were such hypocrites. It made my pussy so wet in my plain, boring panties. Daddy led us into the club, and I could. But I always excused him the next day, when he would bring me flowers and then make love to me. He always swore he’d never do that again, and I always believed him. Because I loved him. It only took him three weeks after our honeymoon to turn that love into fear. It took me six years after that to finally get away from him. I remembered how he had broken down with grief when he had gotten the news that his brother was dead, and me thinking that it was odd because just three days earlier he had. Very briefly, she brought her face close to mine, andtouched her lips to mine. It wasn't really a kiss, but abrushing of our lips. I could feel myself melting into her,becoming her. My eye shadow, the same shade as hers,blended into her. My lipstick, also in her shade, began toblur into hers. Her way of owning me was to re-create me inher image. My hair, dyed the same auburn color and done inher razor-cut shag style, reached out and merged with hers.Continuing to hold eye contact, Mistress.