I felt like an object, an object for her entertainment and pleasure if I was lucky.My mistress walked back to her throne, taking a seat as I remained ...n my back.“Your cock tells me you are enjoying your submission, slave,” Mistress Mimosa said.“Very much, Mistress Mimosa,” I replied from the ground.“Come to me and remove my boots, slave,” Mistress Mimosa commanded.I moved back to my knees and crawled to my mistress, getting in place to obey her command. My mistress placed her right boot into my. I was hungry as a hump back whale, and my ass was just as wet. Daddy had yet to speak on the unprecedented events which that had taken place between us. I of course was not sure what to make of it, or how to proceed from there. On the other hand, I needed to clean-up and I was ready to get something to eat. By this time, we had been on the road about eight or nine hours, and I was ready to get off it. I told my dad of my urgent need to get cleaned up; and of my hunger. He continued to drive. "I don't get round this part of town often." No problem." he said briefly, buckling the seatbelt as she started the engine."Oh God those vibrations make my flesh tingle!" she said with a sexy shake of her tits that made the points of her nipples brush deliciously inside her shirt.He tenderly pinched the nearest one between index finger and thumb. "So i see." Ooooh." she groaned. "Don't do that now. Which way do i go?" All the way." he replied, teasing the other one.She smiled and reached down. She applied a layer of foundation and then applied concealer under my eyes. She then used a powder highlighter to brighten up the deepest areas of my face. Then she applied a little blush to my face and did something with a pencil on my eyebrows. She also used eye shadow and eye liner on my eyes and finally applied bright red lipstick on my lips. As a finishing touch, she put a curly hair wig on my head saying it was her husbands. She the applied some sort of glue on my chest area and placed a.