I was in my Daddy's arms again, feeling him touch me and take care of me... His Baby Girl. I enjoyed every bit of that first orgasm of our time toget...er that day. I asked for his permission to lick all my sweet cum off his fingers. I could see the creaminess of my pussy juice, smell how sweet it was. i grabbed his hand and sucked it all off. Licking in between his fingers... sucking... hard. Pressed against me, I could feel my Daddy's cock getting rock hard. I wasn't sure if to finish. Then said ‘Yes?!’ and her thought said ‘what the hell is wrong with him’. The thought I pushed to her was ‘it’s hot in here, and I don’t like wearing these clothes’. She instantly started to look a little discomforted and I heard her thoughts repeat my command back and were then followed by ‘I wonder if he’d mind if I was naked, of course he wouldn’t, he’s a dude, but should I ask him before I just start to take my clothes off?’ I knew I had to answer her so I said ‘Katie, you look a little hot. I said i was and he told me that he'd give me 'six of the best' as that was traditional but if he found out that i'd lied (and he would know from reading the group site) then i would really be in trouble. Confidently, i stuck to my guns... and then noticed, out of the corner of my eye that Paul was holding a cane! i immediately protested that you'd said smacked... to which he said that he preferred a cane and that was just tough luck on a slut like me. i swallowed and braced myself. Christ, but. , so I want you to point it at your breasts when I do. Make sure every drop lands on them. Is that clear?" he sternly asked.Simply nodding her head, Mrs. Clark began to speed up her strokes, and lowered the tip of his cock until it was pointing directly at her breasts. With a gurgled yell, Greg's orgasm exploded out of him, and spurt after spurt of semen shot out and splashed all over her breasts, with some running down the crevice between them. When at last she had milked the last drop of cum.