Ab ye usse badi jalti thi ki woh raat bhar rang raliya manati hai mai kuch nahi kar pa rahi hu ab mai samaj gaya tha ki who muje phone kyo karti hai.A... maine usse poocha ki woh abhi to nahi ayegi woh boli nahi jijaji woh 10 baje se pahle nahi ayegi us samay 8:30 ka samay ho gaya tha ab maine pakka than liya tha ki aaj maine use chhodna hai. Ab who uthi kaha jija ji mai ap ke liye chai banati hu par maine usse rok kar uska haat pakad liya aur usko apne sine se chipkaliya woh bahut daar gayai aur. "Damn girl, I'd like to untie those strings," she whimpered out the comment referring to a lace up corset. Daddy pinched and twisted her nipple hard. "You want to take dirty photos? Then we're going to do it right," he snarled and yanked her up towards the bedroom. He grabbed the digital camera on the way up. Baby Girl stood before her Daddy, shifting her weight from foot to foot nervously. "Strip slut," he ordered. She started to take off her clothes, but froze for a second when she heard the. “Lover, that would be some hot foreplay! If we do join in, I promise to save my cock for an hour of fucking with only you!” I offered. “Well, what are you waiting for? Get that gorgeous dick over here, so I can suck it hard and moisten it for Diane’s sweet asshole.”Diane heard our banter and licked her lips, “Get him nice and wet for me, Lori! I wanna feel his cock deep in my slut ass! Come fuck your woman’s waiting asshole, Stu!” Lori fastened her wet lips around my glans and sucked it. . what does that mean?" She said looking at Sir Bartholomew."It's an old term from years ago, I... inherited it! How do you feel?" Sir Bartholomew sounded concerned as Veronica started to turn white."I'm okay, just a little bit... bit..." Veronica blacked out again.Sandra heard the phone ringing and picked it up, "Hello?" She said."Miss Coleman? My name is Wilson; I am Sir Bartholomew's butler." Wilson said in his unhurried voice."Oh I'm sorry Mr. Wilson, but mommy's not back home yet!" Sandra.