.a father-daughter dance…” Kyle didn’t want his own daughter feeling his hard-on, so he protested, “I hate slow songs; let’s take a break.�...But she pulled his arm really hard, making him stumble. “I won’t take no for an answer; this could be our last, slow father-daughter dance.” Relenting, Kyle stepped toward her; they held hands and began dancing, but he kept a distance between them. However, this whole thing was an experiment for Krystal; she had twerked her ass on him because she wanted to. Eventually, Mistress Hannah suggested they sit in the living room while I prepared a pitcher of mimosas for them.When I returned with a serving tray and three glasses, I served the first to Mistress Leelee and turned around to serve the next to Mistress Bella. As I bent over to hand it to her, Mistess Leelee giggled and said, "Oh look, he's got writing on his butt and something inside it." The writing was added with a red Sharpie that morning by Mistress Hannah. She had once again written "FUCK. I cried out in pain much to the amusement of my mistress who laughed out loud and cried, "Oh, it works!"Whereupon she pushes the button again and zapped my balls. I yelped and struggled to keep my balance on the cushion, which had her laughing harder."Hey, I like this!" And once again she shocked my roasting nuts.I swayed, crouched on the cushion, resisting the urge to take my hands from my head."Do you like that?" Asked the smiling mischievous mistress leaning forward from her chair really. His nose was constantly being pressed against her sensitive clit while his tongue flicked wildly between her engorged pussy lips. His fingers were unmercifully reaming her ass and he could feel Janice clenching her abdominal muscles causing her back passage to grip the invading digits. Janice was in sexual heaven and as the dam of pent up emotions threatened to breach, her movements became wilder and less coordinated, clues that enabled Carl to bring her to the heights she sought. Suddenly her.