E. a furious rubbing while chanting Her name until spurts of spunk landed on the sheet of paper with Her name on, a favourite worshipping method. So w...en a crowd of us were on the sports field, She was there in Her short skirt playing around with a couple of blokes, which meant frequent and prolonged views of Her knickers which this pervert loved so much, feeling that special intense feeling in the tip of my knob but unable to touch it of course, and it got more intense as She kept showing and. When he is satisfied I fall away from him. Her protruding heat from his overflowing seed, and her softness, cause me to quiver, provoking a jealous reaction. When we serve him, we are only to delight in his staff. Now he mocks me, restricting suckling offspring, delighting selfishly in my love's aching breasts. When he drinks her, her flower clings tightly to his hardened staff, exciting him, hurting me. I desire to offer her that pleasure. He drinks her in front of me. I am restricted to. Spunk flying everywhere and pussies being stabbed and jammed full. She feels the swelling in her groin and remembers what Daddy has asked her to do: to work on bringing out her pussy lips so that he can chew their peachy texture before.... Peeing is a bit awkward but the walk to the loo is a thing of beauty. Plug wedged tight and clutched hard by her young (she's only 27) muscles, she takes exaggerated, side-to-side steps on her heels and stops for a moment to admire her nipples in the mirror. And the look in her eyes, those deep chocolate eyes. Somehow she had the power to melt him with one look, and he hated that she had power over him. He raised his hand as if to strike her, and smiled as she flinched away. He still had the ultimate power. Fine, Ill untie you, as long you promise not to fight or run. But if you disobey in the slightest way, I will tie you back up. Understood? She nodded, eager to be able to move again. He slowly moved toward her feet, kissing her down her.