Get a little blood under my nails."I can skip school," I grinned at her, grinding my sex against Angela's leg and stroking her cheek."No you can't," s...e laughed. "Lick me..."We moved into a sweet sixty-nine, side by side on the bed with Petra watching. She was always there when we awoke and we always ignored her. She was sitting on the floor, watching as we made love, touching herself slowly, being quiet. Occasionally Angela would invite her between us, but only rarely and then we fed on her. I hadsome lipsticks and mascara, but she didn't want to give me anything thatcouldn't be cleaned up quickly. I didn't mind. I knew that someday Iwould have everything I wanted, and more.I really don't want to write about my accident, and everything thathappened after it. It was horrible. The physical pain I felt was nothingcompared to the emotional and psychological pain those people caused me.I will leave it that. The only good thing to come of it was moving here.I never would have met Greg if. I watched in horror and each girl was forced to their knees and made to worship one or two black cocks, within minutes each girl had tasted at least one cock, and was about to taste their cum very soon.I felt my body being pushed against the table and then felt a very large BBC entering me from behind. I could see the young girls looking to me for help, but realised I was as helpless as them as the BBC in my pussy slammed into me like a jack hammer, my big milky tits jiggled and bounced around. My Daddy deserves the best, and I plan to give him no less. By the time he motions for me to stop, I can tell he is resisting the urge to cum. Pulling back slowly to allow his cock to slip out of my mouth, I observe how slick it is with my saliva. Innocently, I stare up at him. I make no attempt to hide the longing in my expression. Even though Daddy and me have been together numerous times, he’d yet to penetrate my pussy. Daddy hadn’t done so, not because he didn’t want to. Simply it was.