She fiddled her fingers in and around my pussy. She was involved in her own world of exploration, closely examining my pussy. Her face showed curiosit..., and it looked as if she was looking for something. She even smelled her wet finger, and her nose furrowed at the sour smell. Still looking at my pussy, she asked, “do you want me to…” She didn’t finish the question, but I answered, “yes.” Now, Grace and I avoided eye contact and didn’t say anything. The experience was too awkward and unusual. Bill smiled up at her. "You have always been a good girl, Iris; a little too wilful ... a little too human at times, but a good girl at the heart of you." Daddy raised us well," she whispered tearfully, and this time her emotion was genuine.He reached out and patted her arm. "You go on back to your father, girl, I will come and find you later."As Iris walked down the deserted corridor she felt the weight of his parting words; they sounded so much like a threat to her.She wrapped her arms around. I slid her up and slid myself down the couch so that her pussy, although still having panties on, was right in my face. I proceeded to lick her panties, feeling the cotton as my tongue dragged across her clit. This drove her crazy, and she started to moan once again, her hair flying every which way. I had to concentrate to not drop her, she was grinding her cottoned pussy against my artistic tongue. The panties were becoming soaked, combined with my licking and her floodgate-like juices. I. She cries out in pleasure. I imagine the red welt rising on her ass from my husband's hand. I lean against the wall and listen. The harness strap between my legs is rubbing against my clit, sending shuddering waves through my body. No more thudding, but the mattress springs creak as they change positions. I think he'd want her on her back. He'd put her legs over his shoulders, grip her ass, and pound her into the bed. I hear a slap again, and a gasp. Shock, surprise, and a low base tone of deep.