I could smell her natural fragrances, wine and sex. My cock shot to full hardness in an instant.Later we gathered up our adopted daughter and headed b...ck to our suite.I gave Candie a big hug and a hot, open-mouthed kiss. “Okay sweetie, now you be a good girl tonight.” I squeezed a handful of her ass in my hand.I could feel her tits pressed into my chest and again my cock sprang to life. “Okay daddy, I’ll be real good tonight.”Julie and Lisa walked ahead, arms around each other’s waists as I. I grab the clover clamps and, after a short teasing with my tongue to perk them up, I clip them on to your nipples…You are trying to remain as still as you can. You cringe as they clamp down into your soft skin.I spin you around and bend you forward as far as you will go as the tether pulls your collar tight and lube up the thick black plug before quickly shoving it in place in one quick smooth motion.You arch your back and grunt loudly as you begin fiddling with your nipple clamps and 1. Which is no and which is angry? Alright or angry?"In a soft whisper she said, "Alright, Papa."Happily Larry asked, "You mean you allow your Papa to see you closely?"Giving her father a gentle smile of consent, she nodded a yes.Saying, "Thank you, dear," her father dropped to her feet and holding her by her angles, kissed her feet again and again, saying, "Thank you... thank you... thank you, " repeatedly.Taken aback by her father's action, Laura tried to pull away her feet but didn't succeed.. Peter hopped out and quickly came around and opened the door for me. “This isn't a “date” Peter, ok? You don't have to do that.” He looked at me and almost bowed as I sat down in the little '69 convertible. Still with its original leather, the car had a unique smell that could only come from the leather absorbing the odors of grease and exhaust from living in a mechanics garage. It was the smell of my fathers car. Like Peter's garage, my father fixed mostly Italian cars. “Mia, it seems to me.