Even if he knew what he was going to say he truly believed that there was no way he could have stopped saying it. And in that moment, deep down within...himself, he knew what Jane meant to him, and all of his fear left him. Except for one small piece."It's just that, you haven't talked to me or even, looked at me."Patrick could now add the emotion shame to the fear he felt. Time to be honest. "You're right Jane, I'm sorry. I, just didn't know how to act. It was stupid of me I know, but, well, I'm. I could tell that Samantha had trained her slave really well as I pushed my cock into her throat and pumped my cum down into her stomach. Jane took it all like she had been born without a gag reflex. She even had her nose buried in my pubic hair when I felt an occasional swipe of her tongue over my nut sack (well done Samantha!) When I pulled back Jane continued to suck me off and tongue my balls, eager to get my cock hard again so I would finally fuck her with it.When it was hard, I pulled out. She took a finger and rubbed the cum off his slit and licked it. Then she jerked his cock fast till he shot cum over the stage. She then grabbed his face and kissed him leaving the red lipstick over his mouth. She then got on her knees and took his limp cock in her mouth and began sucking him and he took no time getting hard. She kept sucking him till he was good and hard and leaking cum again. She then grabbed his cock and stroked it and sucked on his heavy balls. When she knew he was really. This is a different, stronger kind of pleasure for me,” I said.“Are you ashamed of me daddy because I’m just as addicted to sex as my slave slut sister? Am I a failure because I would do anything to entice you to fuck me?” Ann asked.“No darling. How could I be angry with you or punish you for growing into exactly the woman I need? How can I condemn you for needing to be exactly the woman I want you to be? How could I disapprove of my woman being addicted to me?” I asked.“Please daddy, make love.