The names are different, but the acts are as I remember them.My name is Marie. I cannot remember a time in my life when Daddy didn't play with me. He ...ould always touch and kiss me, and he encouraged the same behavior from me. I learned very young how to suck cock and swallow both piss and cum at Daddy's whim.Mommy was aware of and involved in the play. Often Daddy would fuck her and I would lick his cum from her cunt or asshole once he was done. I was very young when Daddy decided it was time. He pushed back into my throat, remaining there until I thought I wouldpass out. I tried to pull my head back but he had the back of my head in hisgrasp. Pleading with my eyes, I gagged on his cock, spots appearing before myeyes. Finally he pulled out, leaving me coughing and gasping on thepillow.? Once I had recovered and could breathagain, he picked up the gag and held my head to return it again. ?PleaseMaster, I wont ..? He didn?t let me finish as he pushed the gag back in andturned to. He had been left behind, still in his boxers, and beginning to feel rather hurt, and depressed. He considered leaving, but wanted to hold out for hope, thinking his friends would realise that he was still there. Every passing moment was beginning to feel more and more insulting. He decided to just sit back down, and waited for the awkward moment when they would come out, and see him still waiting there. “Who are you?” a woman spoke from behind him. Justin turned around to see an older woman. “Perhaps there is such a thing as being too quick a learner,” A. protested. “You are torturing me. But let me get back to cocktail theory. Have you any idea how a cocktail works?” “Its wet and you drink it?” Kate asked. “But why does a cocktail of multiple ingredients taste better than any of the ingredients by itself? Quite a few ingredients are practically undrinkable by themselves.” Kate shook her head. She had never really considered such questions. As often happened when talking to A. she.