" I was speechless! I sat for what must have been five minutes, just looking at her! Finally, I said, "Not so fast, slave. I still have yet to reward ...ou for taking your punishment so well and for your so well thought out and delivered speech." Come with me. I led her to my tool room and had her help me bring out the bondage bench I made last year and never got a chance to use. I strapped her into it with her hands and ankles cuffed into some velcro wrist cuffs I got from a bondage website.. I got most of her clothes from thrift stores and could never afford the makeup that my wife Kristi always provided Mya to wear. It was ok though, Tilby had a natural beauty about her, and when she smiled her whole face scrunched up in a devastatingly cute way. She was a little taller than Mya, and had a cute little figure under the thrift store clothes. I hated that her clothes hid her form just because all the little girls liked to dress cute and show off at her age, but as her dad, I was also. I wiped with my right middle some of her dripping juice and fingered Bob. Just a twitch was all he did. I stroke his dick slowly and squeezed his balls. They were full and felt heavy. Then I licked my index inserted both my index and my middle in Bob's ass. He was pushing and opening his ring for me.As he raised his torso away from her cunt, his butt cheeks squeezed my hand and I pushed even harder to keep them inside him. He plunged his dick in her all the way and lifted her legs up and apart.. Before I had time to savour it, he kissed my cheek teasingly just beside my ear. He whispered good night and something in Russian, of which I understood only sorry, go, want. His kiss left me trembling in desire. My hands shook as I finished my drink. I felt terribly empty. I was sad and disappointed; we didn’t even get a chance to dance. I was wet and stirred and wanted to be pressed hard against his body. I dearly wanted to kiss him, have his large hands fondle me roughly. And now I lost him..