“Oh, Daddy.”“That's right,” my daughter groaned. “Love your daddy. Let him love you.”My hands found the waistband of Chani's Jeans. I slid...along them, brushing over belt loops and then unsnapping her jeans. The pop of her fastener was exciting. Her zipper rasped down. I tugged the jeans off her hips.As I did, I popped my mouth off her nipple and saw her white panties appear. She looked so delicious in those. I rolled her jeans down her thighs and suckled her right nub into my mouth. I nursed on. She pulled Angela's hands behind her back then, pulling a roll of tape from her utility belt, she wrapped the tape around Angela's wrists several times. Roughly knocking my slave to the floor, she taped her ankles together as well, then taped her mouth.She grabbed my left ankle and taped it to the lower left poster of my bed. I thought about kicking her in the face, but with my hands bound that might have been a death sentence. I noticed she was in no hurry. She took her sweet time making. . not counting Sister Agnes. She had been distant when I first started working there but after that Saturday in November, she seemed even more severe toward me.The other sisters: Kathleen, Anne, Marie Celeste, and Mary Cecil often looked at me as if they were suppressing a smile. It seemed like they had a secret. The youngest—Mary Cecile—who had only been in the order for a year would often look at me and giggle. When I gazed back at her she always blushed. She is the one who grabbed my crotch. " You are very obviously female and I am male and the age thing does not matter," he said as he continued to argue his case.Cornelia was weakening and she most certainly wanted him between her legs, "Look, let's just take a day or two to think about it," she said."Why? What is there to think about?" he asked.By now other workmates were in the area so Cornelia sort of whispered, "Talk later," as she moved away, but she gave him a wonderful smile which caused his cock to twitch in his.