She took another two steps closer to the bed. At the tip of his dick she could make out a small glistening mound of fluid.He was still fast asleep, a ...ittle restless, he'd never know ... she bent down and carefully reached out with her tongue, catching the fluid on the tip. A faintly salty but otherwise pleasant taste swirled in her mouth.What the fuck was she doing? She'd put her tongue on her daddy's dick! Goddamn, this was wrong on so many levels!But even as she was in shock at her own. I didn’t want the guys with the little white coats to come and take me away.”“I’ve read stories about telepathy, things like that. The explanation is always that man only uses a small percentage of his available brain power. Since from an evolutionary point of view, that is an impossible proposition – if we didn’t need it, it would never have evolved – they further claim that telepathy (or whatever other special power is being used) was once used by man but then lost, though the ability. As dawn broke Caroline told her that their time together, for now, was over. Rebecca moved to the bed and kissed the Countess deeply and passionately, but when she went to Caroline, the strong beauty picked her up in arms as if she was no more than a feather and carried her out of the room. She carried her downstairs and along the corridor to where her maid, Juliette, was waiting, naked and smiling, with the door open. Caroline carried her to the bed and placed her on it. “Prepare her well,. It was at this point that I was unsure of what I wanted to do with this girl. On the one hand, I could make her my devoted sex slave and have her slave over my cock like the slut she wanted to be deep down. On the other, I could make her even more prim and proper. Working for it always made the final result sweeter. I decided to go the middle route. I made her fall passionately in love with me so that she wouldn’t be too much of a pain, but I let her keep her religious morals so that she would.