She was a bit sheepish as she asked if I had fucked her as well, I said that everyone had fucked her. As we neared her house I asked her if she wanted...to stop somewhere to get cleaned up, otherwise her husband would know what she had been up to, “don’t worry” she said “we have a very open marriage’, ‘he wont mind”. This just turned me on again, combined with the smell of cum on her. So as we pulled over out side her house I told her that I wasn’t finished with her yet. She looked at me,. Hi. I thought, uh ... A little dinner for you two, well ... That's nice." Stacy struggled for the right words, not really understanding why my father and I would be having an obviously romantic dinner together."Yeah," Daddy nodded. "Amy wanted to go someplace special." I'm tired of McDonalds." I shrugged. "And he won't let me have a boyfriend, so..."That made Daddy chuckle and Stacy just looked confused."Yeah. I guess not, um..." She smiled and nodded. "Right ... Oh, this is Gary."She turned. ” She explained that Master Peter, who not having much of a dick, as a compensation would take pleasure in hurting her for enjoying the driver, who by then was waiting in the motor. Luckily he, the worst of the three, only normally graced her once a year on his birthday in early December and paid extremely handsomely, which she added paid for your Christmases this last few years. “God mom whatever does he do to you?” Ricky asked, but tears formed as she shook her head refusing to tell him by. They took a table by the window where Susan could watch the bike."We have about another hour of riding, and the food here is pretty good. Order whatever you want as it will likely be late by the time we get to dinner." Where are we going?" Well, if I told you that it would spoil the surprise. But I am pretty sure you are going to like it and what happens there. Have you been enjoying the ride and the dildos?" Gawd, Susan. I feel like a rag doll. I have never had that many orgasms in such a.