Next was eye shadow, followed by false eyelashes and eyeliner. Some blush on the cheekbones, and I paused to admire my handiwork. It was amazing tha... after all this time, I still knew how to apply everything. The next stage was clothing. My corset still fit, and I pulled it as tight as I could stand. I'd forgotten how good it felt to be compressed, like a never ending hug. My favorite spandex-based panties were next, and while I didn't need to tuck just yet, I did anyway. With some. "How had that happened?"I had the answer: "Slowly but surely, my friend." How in the world was this going to actually work? A black man in the same house with us. It seemed inconceivable that the time had passed and had now arrived. "You have to make this work, Cully." I whispered. I enjoyed hearing my own voice now. "I will, I promise."It was an adventure, an exciting adventure for her. I could see that. I felt some excitement, consternation, yes, but, a lump of pleasant anticipation had taken. "Who's lips and tongue are these?" asked Daddy"Yours Daddy, they're your lips and tongue", panted the horny young woman. "Suck on my finger baby girl", he whispered to her. Abrielle's mouth closed around Daddy's finger and sucked on it, her tongue swirling and suction pulling the finger in, just like Daddy had taught her to do with his cock. She tasted herself on her finger, just as she knew Daddy had wanted her to. He pulled his hand out and brought it down in front of her, placing his. I ask her to stretch out her hands, so that I can tie them up. She seemingly disturbed looks into my eyes trying to find any answers what is going to happen next but I do not entertain any question from her. I slip the rope through a hook on the ceiling and pull on the robe, stretching her arms high into the air, so that she is fully stretched out in front of us, just enough to stand in her high heels. I step back and eye her up once more, walk over to her and pull again on her yoga pants,.