Which I had gotten done very early in the morning and finally had the house cleaned.I decided i'd go and skinny dip in the water trough that was fed b... our windmill and underground water supply. I threw my pants and tshirt over one of the windmill pipes and got in and splashed around and enjoyed the somewhat cool water on that really hot summer day.After a bit of that I got out stark naked of course and grabbed my jeans and tshirt and headed to the house to get a towel I had forgotten to take. How I didn't see it before I don't even know. It seems so obvious now. A slave like me belongs on her knees with her legs spread, suffering for the enjoyment of others."Ok, girl. Lick."Oh god, it's all I needed. She has barely finished seeing the word "lick" when I dive in with my tongue. Her voice is sensuous but dominant, as she puts a hard emphasis on the "k" sound of the word. The way she says it, she reminds me who is in charge. And I want her to keep telling me. I don't actually. Then for some reason I placed it near the high school just before a football game. I watched as hundreds of girls stood on it and pushed the button. Most of the girls were from our high school but several buses brought in girls from the other school. Even cheerleaders, coaches, mothers, and teachers stood on it. I did not wait, I took it home and checked out the results.Later my oldest daughter Kristina knocked on my office door. I cleared my screen and let her in.Kristina said, “I saw you take. He leaned up and pulled her head up and deeply kissed her again, making her feel the passion in his kiss. He took his finger and run across her luscious lips. She caught his finger in her mouth and sucked it. He got off the bike and had her trade places with him, laying her up against the handle bars. Her shirt open with creamy breasts exposed, he eased her skirt up over her hips. To his surprise, all he saw was a g-sting. He puts her legs over his shoulders and kisses up and down her thighs..