Her pink panties are hard to ignore in the mirrored glass. I rest my head on the back of the chair and take in the sight of her body. Not believing wh...t I am seeing.My eyes open a little wider and I strain to see what’s developing in that room. I rub the corner of my eyes with my thumb and forefinger to get rid of any sleepiness and I stare at the window. I stare at the body that has now opened its legs, one of them bent at the knee and falling outwards, the other straight, a hand, her hand, is. . uh, I’m not sure what the difference is...”Where their reception had been a reserved affair, the scene before them was anything but. Submissives were on display everywhere, on every type of equipment, and around them, their Masters and Mistresses were entertaining themselves however they chose to.Abigail came up to them, hugging everyone.“So happy you decided to attend,” she burbled to Margo.“Glad we decided to as well,” Margo replied. “Uh ... not the party our reception had led us to. Before your time aren’t they? They broke up in ‘79,” he teased. “They broke up the year I was born and my Dad was devastated so he named me after her. I added the Styrene bit when I started here. My real surname is Palmer.” she replied honestly. Dave nodded and he allowed his eyes to drift over her perfect body as she leaned against the dressing table that sat under the large mirror on the back wall. Polly felt his eyes linger on her as she put out her cigarette and she smiled to herself,. She realized that Michael was right! She really was a virgin. She smiled as her happiness mixed with the waves of pleasure his tongue created.She abandoned her needs and desires to her man, to her daddy. She let him set the pace, trusting him to please her.He moved lower, gently licking her starfish, her asshole. Even in the dim light, he saw the scar between her pussy and asshole. His erection flagged because of his anger at those who had hurt her. Blocking out his anger, his tongue.