“Tell us what happened?” They wanted to know. She couldn’t, because she didn’t.“I want to go home now, please.” Tessa started to insist. �...�I haven’t done anything. It’s like I told you…. The last thing I remember was putting some chicken and rice on the stove. The next thing I know, I’m here, and I’m feeling really groggy. I want to know where my clothes are, and why you are yelling at me?” Tessa, for her own part, had been pushing her own line of questions, and was beginning to sob in. Before I realize what’s happening my daddy is pulling my shirt over my head and throwing it on the ground. In two seconds he has my bra unsnapped and off and in the same place as my shirt. I moan as his lips touch my breasts and he starts licking my tits. “Oh Daddy” I groan out and push out my breasts wanting to feel more of the pleasure it is giving me. I feel my hand travel down my stomach and rub my pussy through my jean shorts. I close my eyes as he starts to lick harder biting gently on. Her stomach growled, her hunger almost becoming unbearable as she’s reminded about the reason she’s here: the online communities she’s been lurking in recently brought up this buffet, praising them for quality of food, and the quantity of the food, both of which more than make up for the expensive cost to eat here.More importantly, though, was the feedback she read in the feederism servers that she read.“Omg, I swear I gained like 20 lbs there, I feel sooooo fat.”“This shit is addictive, I. I, I'll get to it." Matthew reluctantly left his professor's presence, obviously very horny, butunwilling---or was it unable?---to do anything thatmight risk the imagined sweet rewards of the afternoon. He was on onelevel simply relieved that Elizabethhad not calculated their coupling the day before as a one-time event. Sheclearly was interested in continuing their activities, but only apparently onher terms. Unfortunatelyfor Matthew, he was not always capable of keeping his mind on his work..