I grew feverish watching him work her mouth. He was getting comfortable; I could because he was talking to her now. He had a quick wit, an acid tongue... and a dirty mouth. Listening to his words in moments like this always threw me into a frenzy, and watching his mouth move I expected to be two beats from crazy any moment now.“Yeah,” he was whispering, “suck your jaws together, make it tight… yeah, just like that… mmmm you like that? Hmm? Does that dick taste. She was naked and so were they. Her hand went to her pussy and she squeezed her lips there, ran her hand in the wetness she found. That surprised her, and she brought it to her lips to taste it. Um, nice, she thought, but how strange that I get wet there! Now she heard Mommy saying, “Oh fuck me, baby, make me your whore!” There’s that word again, she thought. Maybe it means when you want a fuck. She watched Daddy slide down like he did that time before, and his stiff prick poked out. . ” She continued, “Harleigh, just cut through our backyards from your door to mine. It’s starting to get dark out; no one will see you.” Going out naked under my sleep shirt made me nervous, yet I said, “I’ll be right over.” “Just come right in the door without ringing the bell. Don’t wake the baby. I’ll be expecting you.” Hanging up the phone, I timidly stepped out of my door and then, before I could change my mind, quickly rushed across our yards to her door. Entering, I met her in her. She kept her eyes down and whispered, “Daddy, I have studied diligently. This is the proper way for slave meat to present herself to her Master. Will you claim me and make me your own? Will you brand me? Will you own me?” Wendy asked.“Darling Wendy some people are not very intelligent. They have to have a physical representation or a concrete object, to understand abstract concepts. I know from teaching you that you grasp abstractions. Therefore, you do not need me to brand you except with my.