The laughter was now mingled with noise of surprise and a fewcatcalls of encouragement, but all I really cared about was putting on agood show for Mad...m Gwendolyn, his would also mean putting on a goodshow for everyone else there but that was incidental to me in themoment.I bobbed my head up and down on her pink pole letting the tip slidebetween just behind my lips and the back of my throat. I felt her handon my shoulder, encouraging without interfering in my efforts,apparently I was doing. "About the noise, I mean," Hannah said blushing even more."No worries," Colin said in perfect Australian English with the impish grin spreading from ear to ear.George and Hannah ate breakfast. "When do you have to leave?" George asked."In about an hour, but I really must phone Mum and Dad," Hannah replied. "I don't want them to discover it from my change of status on Facebook." Of course!" George agreed. "Do you want me to be there too when you talk to them?" I'd love that," Hannah said.They. My father escalated his punishment technique soon after that. One morning instead of telling me to raise my nightgown he said. "Take your nightgown off girl. I want to see you naked." I was more embarrassed than usual. I'm sure I was red in the face as I raised my nightgown, exposing my pussy to my father, then higher and higher until the garment was over my head and laying on the kitchen floor. My father had his first look at my growing breasts. They were a thirty five B cup then. He took his. My thigh. My legs. My feet. I could feel my whole body getting hot. It was craving him so badly. He went upto my boobs and started licking me. When he licked my nipple I jumped. "Looks like my little Abigale is craving her daddy." He said with a grin. I giggled. I started to suck on my tits.And wrapped my legs around his belly almost grinding my pussy on his belly. As he sucked on my tit I could feel a smile on his face. He stopped.He went crawled down. I had a huge smile on my face. He spread.