My hand traced along the thick curve of his shaft. Every time I reached the tip, I gave it a slight twist, drawing a low guttural groan out of him. I ...oved that sound.More precum leaked out, and Dad covered his eyes with his forearm. He gritted his teeth, looking like he was in pain.“I’m not hurting you, am I?”“Oh, God no, baby girl. It feels too good.”I kept watching his dick, pumping it at a slow, lazy pace.The thick, musky scent of his arousal went straight up my nose.It pulsed and twitched. My hands were full of his heavy growing lust, so soft as though it was silk, so strong as though it was designed of a fleshy oaken wood, so warm to hold, bringing me a demand to experience him. He gently took hold of my shoulders and laid me back slowly onto the table. I turned to the window mirror, compelled to look.“She can feel you, look at what you’re doing to her.” I reveled in her delight as their consummation ceremony began. His attribute was thrusting into her, as she writhed and flowed. They had dug ditches along the road, built concrete bunkers overlooking the road, and set up blockades every two miles on the road. There were tanks parked in the ditches. There were trucks for transporting infantry parked halfway between the defensive position and the base. Anyone expecting an army to survive moving through that stretch of highway without getting chopped to pieces was a fool.The only problem with the Misera preparations was that the road they should have been defending was. What bothered her most was still being bound. She forgot to ask how longthat had to go on as well and now it would be another month before shecould ask never thinking she (or mom or dad) could just pick up thephone and call to ask. That first night she was glad she was diapered.Gross!! was all she could think when she woke the next morning. Shecould tell she had pee?d once already during the night and could tellshe was about to start another time.She started to get out of bed but figured that.