’ Herbert Kundt Scrough was tired. He loved his daughter Nancy but it was becoming very difficult lately. She looked so much like her mother Wilma t...at he thought God was playing some sick joke on him. Just the other night he heard her moaning in her bedroom. Not too long ago he had heard her moan like that and she had been sick. That wasn’t the case this time! Oh no, she had her middle finger deep inside of her cute vagina. Every time she thrust her finger into her honeypot a nice squishy. My mind wanders as I wait, thinking about how he looked in my office earlier.Standing at 6'0, he towers over my 5'7 frame. I love looking up to him and seeing his eyes almost looking into my soul. I think about his rough hands on my soft skin. My reverie is interrupted by the sound of the front door opening and closing. I hear his boots on the wooden floor, coming closer to the room. My Master smiles at me as he walks in and puts his hostler on the dresser.Walking over to the bed, he leans over. I gagged a little on his cock. I wanted to take every inch of it in my mouth. I wanted it so bad. I rapidly bobbed my head back and forth on the length of his dick that fit in my tiny, little mouth. He yelled, "You like that don't you cocksucker? I told you you would be back for your Master's cock!" I made a muffled noise that sounded like "yeah" as I continued to take more and more of his long, rock hard dick into my mouth. My lips slid even more rapidly back and forth as I mumbled louder. ”Bedroom, ” I said as I gestured to the hallway.She picked up the basket and followed me down the hallway. I stopped and pointed to the left.”Your bedroom.”She raised her eyebrows and gave me a quizzical look as the sound of the lawnmower stopped.”He’s coming around to the backyard,” I reported.The drone of the mower started again as I pushed her into the room. I took the basket and put it on the floor. I reached up and squeezed her big, firm breasts with both hands. Her nipples pushed into my.