But when she ask I could not lie to her, that was what brought the crop across my back. Through the hypnotic sounds of Mozart the moans of pleasure re...ch my ears, I look up at the scene that is playing out in front of me. Smiling at me as she begins to fondle the sweet little creatures breast, the palm of her hand rubbing over the hard nipples, the moans from the girl drives me wild. Watching her touch the plaything is so erotic making it very hard to hide the excitement that grows within me.. You pull my head up your slit, and urge me. "My clit," you moan. "Suck my clit!"I take the little pink nub in my mouth. I suck. Harder, softer, in, out, each bringing whimpers and moans of pleasure from you.The waves are building in you. I feel your body quivering. You moan louder and louder, "oh, God, yes! Pleeeeezzzzz!" You shudder, your body shakes. Your back arches, and then you cum. Your legs clamp around my head.After a bit, your legs relax. I move upward, kissing your belly, between your. Swimming was next. “You like skinny-dipping so much: fifty lengths!” Then I took him to the garage and made him wash one of the cars (albeit with the garage door shut). Finally, I took him back to Caity’s room.“Your little boyfriend has had a good workout. Now he needs his punishment.” I sat and pointed: “Knee!”Simon took his position, and I went to work on his rear with my hand. Unlike the last time, I was careful in what I was doing. There was no anger, but I couldn’t deny that there were an. Sorry. Forget it.Come on, that's prime nooky.Not a fucking chance, no sir.And that was how it started. I did some digging and some honest research for a change and found out that she was Melissa, and indeed the senior partner's one and only child, a nineteen-year-old graduate of a second level British college now working on a law degree.Some more digging and careful questions of well-placed informants convinced me that her Daddy was bonking her regularly; she was his well-educated fuck-toy. She.