I couldn’t believe how disgusting I was. She was my daughter. I shouldn’t want to fuck her.I shouldn’t.But I did.When I took my lunch, my phone ...ummed. It was a picture of my wife in our daughter’s bed wearing the very pair of sky blue panties my daughter wore last night. Her hand was shoved in them, clearly fingering herself.“Can’t wait for tonight,” she wrote, the text accompanied by a winky emoji.The next pic was my wife on her hands and knees, snapping the picture in our daughter’s closet. After his third beer, his hand starts to wander. I’m tired now. I have work in the morning. We’ve been in front of the television for three hours. He could have made his move at any time before that. But I don’t stop him.His hand moves from my knee up my thigh. He knows I’m sensitive there and starts to draw small circles over my pajamas. The circles get smaller and smaller and move further and further down between my legs. I feel the heat and let my body unfurl from our cuddling. He takes it. I hear Richard moan above us as well. “That’s right Annie, lick her pussy for me. Make her cum.” Stuart urges me on. I am getting so wet from licking Michelle’s pussy and hearing not only her moans but Richard’s as well as she continues sucking on him. I wonder how much longer Stuart is going to wait before he joins in. I so want to feel his cock inside me. I no sooner finish that thought when I feel Stuart kneel behind me. I feel his hard cock. Her waist and hips were trim, and set off nicely by her short, though not too short, black, leather skirt. Her legs were long, and accentuated by her navy pumps."Little one." Wendy began, "Your mere presence here tells me you are accepting of the terms I set down. Your eagerness to flaunt your breasts as you did tells me the straight-laced persona you present is a lie." Mistress, I was not eager to flaunt my . . . breasts. I . . ." Silence little one! I did not ask you to speak!" I'm sorry.