Dad wore a sport coat that wasn't bullet-ridden. I wore my new suit. Maureen wore a little black dress that showed off her outstanding figure. We look...d good, and we felt good, and we had a good time laughing and talking and, on my part, getting to know my father and future mother a lot better than I knew them before.We were dining at Fuego, La Posada de Santa Fe's award-winning restaurant. I'd suggested the Chef's Grand Tasting Menu, but Dad stuck his nose in the air and said nobody could. I moaned softly and stared at the beautiful blue sky until he suddenly stopped sucking, I looked down at him and he smiled as he pulled off my panties and spread my legs wide open then he started to nibble on my clitoris and licking up and down my pussy lips. Soon I was filling the sky with my loud moans as he dug into my dripping wet pussy with his tongue. I was almost ready to cum when he again stopped and slowly undressed himself in front of me, stripping for my delight and oh was I. The whole day, my hands had roamed and caressed at her curves, savoring her beautiful body. “I want your cock, Sam. I want to feel it pumping between my curves. I want to feel it pulsing between my big fat tits. I want you to grab my hips and thrust that cock in between my asscrack like an animal. Come fuck my curves, baby!” My boxers were off in a minute. She moved to her hands and knees, swaying her ass side to side. First my hands roamed her wonderful skin. Then I kissed and nibbled at her. ”“What if I decided to make you my personal pain slut and keep you locked up in a hole in the ground until you die of old age?” I asked, seeking anger or fear or something other than resignation. I didn’t get it.“It wouldn’t happen,” Lotta stated simply. “The moment grandfather loses money, you’d disappear. He’d lose money if I wasn’t making videos.”“So what exactly does, ‘Do what you want with me,’ mean then?”“It means anything other than denying grandfather my videos. I can be your pain slut.