I walked away again, this time with her begging me to come back and fuck her.I returned again, a shorter break this time. I figured she had endured en...ugh. Upon entering I went straight for her pussy, in rapid succession sliding one, two, three, four fingers inside her. I pushed harder, and she let out a muffled scream while I sunk my entire hand inside her, all the way to my wrist. It always amazed me that such a small girl could have such a large pussy, but she managed to take the whole fist. "Good girl," Mistress encouraged. "She's trying hard ladies, you can see her cute, little hole trying to open up. My goodness, isn't she adorable?" A few of the women moaned, clearly turned on. A few others sounded curiously amused by such a perverse sight. I felt hot, naughty and humiliated. My face became flushed and my toes curled. I wanted to touch my pussy and finally quench its horny thirst. "Push out, dear," Mistress coached. "Push your little ass back onto your new toy. If you don't let. Jack has been an amazing father to our children, including JJ (Jack Jr.) who is actually my dad’s. My dad has loved me, protected me, supported me, and listened to me my entire life. He understands my needs, desires, and dreams like no other man. He helped me learn to explore my body, my mind, my career, and my ambitions. Daddy’s always made me feel that whatever I do, I’ll be okay. What girl doesn’t want a father like that? I knew I could make him feel good with what I did to him and let. Part of me so wished this wasn’t happening, whilst curiously there was another part of me that was slowly beginning to feel aroused by my predicament. God, there had never been a single female, including Miss Bush, who appeared on my wanking list, that had avoided being caned in my fantasies as I masturbated to their torment. Some had even been caned for real in school, simply adding to my arousal. Perhaps, I tried to convince myself, getting my own bottom caned would actually be a positive.