I don't know if it was our reactions that caused it or if he just couldn't hold it in any longer, but the floodgates opened. Daddy started laughing, l...ud and hard.My father is not shy about making his opinions known, but he's surprisingly quiet for the most part. But when he laughs like this, his voice is deep and booming. My father laughed. And he laughed. And then he laughed some more.By this time, the tears were just flowing down his face. He took a breath, looked at me, pointed, then. We spent the rest of the day and evening engaging in every sexual perversion I could imagine, even when I needed to go to the bathroom, she willingly opened her mouth wide and took my piss down her throat, so as not to waste it in a toilet.It was time to get her used to my passion; her pain. I took her into the den and showed her a noose made of soft, bright red, silky rope that hung from the ceiling. She looked both scared, and strangely excited at the prospects it posed. She asked, ?What is. It wasmix of cum and anal fluids, assuming some left over lube as well. He wassurprised to see how much was in the cup and glad he was able to make asmoothie.Once back in the kitchen, he recorded adding the ingredients and blendedit all together once done he began to drink it, much to his delight itwas quite tasty. He finished the smoothie and sent the videos to who hejust now realized, was a man that he didn't even have a name for, otherthan KnightDaddy. He typed up a message, feeling both. Didi ko blouse utarte dekh kar mai garam go gaya lekin mai apne aap par kabu rakha. Maine didi se kaha, “mere teachers kahate hai ki rat ko sote waqt sharer par koi tight kapara nahee hona chahiye.” Didi bhi boli, “han bhai, clas ki larkian bhi kahatee hai ki rat ke sote samay bra aur panty utar kar soni chahiye naheeto unka dag sharer par raha jata hai.” Mai didi ki bat sun kar bola, “didi tab to tumo bhi bra aur panty pahan kar nahee sona chahiye.” Udhar peeche mera hath didi ke peeth se.