The words no, me, mine, my, I and myself are no longer a part of your vocabulary. You are mine.? I started crying uncontrollably. He walked o...er to her and placed the folder in her left hand. ?this will not fall from your hand. Five times a day you will read these rules. Each time you will read them on your knees and read them five times. He walked over to me and pulled my hair making my head cock back. I winced in pain. ?Whose hair is this?? ?this hair is yours. Passing both her room and her fathers,she noted he was stretched out on his bed. The door to his room seemed to be slightly ajar allowing her enough room to see him without being noticed.As her eyes traveled over his well-toned body, she noted his pants began to bulge and a soft sound of female moans were issuing from the t.v.Surely he wasn't watching a porn, Tamara thought to herself.Catching a glimpse of the T.V it appeared he was watching Sex and The CIty. Watching Andrew--her father. Travis needed no more encouragement. He drove his tongue into her pussy, thrusting and swirling. Ainsley almost screamed. Just when she thought the world would shatter into thousands of tiny pieces, as she fell over the edge of the point-of-no-return, Travis sneakily stopped. The absence of his head between her legs made the air in her lounge-room feel cold. Her pussy ached. She blinked, quivering with pent-up frustration. Her violet eyes met his and he stepped out of his underpants. Travis. He could feel his cum running down his leg as he went to open the door, but he didn't care. He had a moment of what if... What if it was his boss on the other side of the door? But it wouldn't be.Without checking the peep-hole, Chris opened the door and there she was.Mistress Anna.She wore vinyl boots that came up to mid-thigh, boots so shiny Chris could see the color of his skin reflecting off them. The tops of her thighs were bare and her hips were wrapped in a black miniskirt. She wore a.