Shivering, I let out a gasp and tried to free my head, but Alison was having none of it.“Did I tell you to stop, slut?”I let out a whimper and sta...ted lapping at her clit, my nose buried between her folds, my heart pounding as I felt a series of kisses along the inside of my thigh, drawing closer and closer to my needy wet pussy, driving me crazy and making me writhe on the table as my legs were slowly spread.“Just let it happen. I promise it won’t hurt you,” she moaned, her hips rolling as she. “What do you want me to do?”“Walk in front of me with your shirt open. Keep it that way. Do everything I tell you instantly. Don’t make any noise or any sudden movements.”“Okay, I’ll do all of that.”He moved behind the tree and untied the rope, careful to stay out of the way. She scooted away from the tree and stood up. She started looking around in the grass.“What are you looking for?” he asked.“My gun,” she said. “We may need it.”“Okay, I know where it is. You sit back down and I’ll get. "Wait, I need to make a call first. I quickly called Cheryl. "When a package for me arrives, please put it in your apartment until I get home. That is if the mailman leaves it. He might or might not leave it." I said into her voice mail I did not give her my burn phone number. It would have been an operational security breech.Martin dropped me at the house, while he went into the next largest town with a WalMart. There he shopped from a list we worked out the night before. Mostly it was stuff. . it hurts." Daddy will kiss it to make it better."What had he said? What did he mean? Kiss it? "Dick?" she began questioningly, but she had her answer in the next moment, for his tongue had left the warm cottony cave of her belly button and marched boldly across the bare plains of her abdomen and into the silken forest of her sparse young pubic hair."Dick?" she groaned again, not certain exactly what he was doing. In her anxiety, or perhaps it was merely subconscious desire, she eased the.