I knew, at this point, all there was for me todo was prove to Him that, despite my defiant streak, there was nothing morein this world that I wanted o...her than to be His. ?I'm sorry My poor, misbehaved angel slave, I would never take away your collar.By giving that to you, My commitment to you is secured. But so is My commitmentto training you and teaching you the err of your ways. So, rather than havethe honor of presenting My clothes to Me when I am ready for them, you areto kneel in that. I reveled in this, bobbing my head, my tongue swirling about my daddy’s cock. Drool ran down my chin. I felt like such a slutty whore. A wanton daughter.It was everything I wanted.My fingers dug into the bedspread as my pussy clenched about my mother’s probing tongue. She swirled it around in me. I squirmed my hips back into her, grinding on her hot pussy lips. She feasted on me. She gave me such pleasure and such pain, her fingers digging into my rump.“She’s got such a hot cunt, Father,” Mommy. "I'm Clare O'Hara, and this is my Cousin Saoirse Ward, and our friend Eileen O'Keefe," Clare told her."Are all of you sixteen?" Mrs. McCarthy asked looking at them critically."Yes, we are all sixteen," Clare told her, and I could feel the spell that she used to convince Mrs. McCarthy."Are all of you Catholic?" Mrs. McCarthy asked next, but I was prepared for that."We are all Christians," I told her, but the spell that I had cast made it sound like 'Catholics' to her. Mrs. McCarthy smiled at us. “There is no chance of escape and no one to hear your screams for help, should you choose to cry out.”I blindfold you, then lead you through the door and down a set of stone steps. The air is damp and musty. As we slowly descend the staircase what little light you can sense through the blindfold becomes total darkness. Our feet echo on the rough stone floor and you hear rustling sounds. You imagine as though you are surrounded by people hiding from the light, afraid to be seen by a “normal.”.