All about me. Tonight was going great. I kept working on myself. I was so close.“Babe,” he said. “I need you to stop.”I moaned my disappointme...t. So close. But I stopped.“Atta girl,” he said. Okay, the praise, that was worth stopping for. I felt great again. I loved being praised. It was all I needed.He went on. “I need you to do some things for me. Sit up. No, on your ass. Right, Indian-style. Okay, now, I want you to suck on your own big toe. Yeah. Right, exactly. Good girl. Pretend it’s a. She walked to it, dressed only in hot pants and black bra underneath a denim jacket. She opened the front door."Welcome Master. Please come in," Marie said letting Michael and eight boys walk inside. It had been 2 months since Michael had enslaved Marie and made her his sex slave. He had visited her on an almost daily basis but was tiring of her and wanted to earn some money with her. Michael led the boys towards the apartment lounge, as they made crude comments about Marie. All the boys were. I opened my eyes and looked down. To my horror, there was a head between my legs and someone was eating me out for all they were worth. I pushed at the trespasser and heard an all too familiar voice. “Calm down baby girl. You’re dreaming and daddy wants to make it a good dream.” At first I didn’t believe it, but why else would my daddy be doing what he was? As I lay back and gave in, my legs instinctively spread and I heard a sound of approval. Daddy’s tongue rubbed roughly against my clit and. " If you've got flour and some salt and a little yeast, I can make you up some bread. Sweet water makes for good bread. You have lots of sweet water up here, so I could make us some bread for that stew if you wanted." I just invited you to share a meal with me at breakfast tomorrow. I didn't ask you to move in and set up house keeping with me." It's going to be hard for us to get along nephew, especially if you keep on thinking that you are funny." First you insult my cooking, and then you get.