Mortified, she pleaded with him to let her wear something more modest: "Oh sweetie, I couldn't ..."Robert cut her off curtly. "Save it, Mom. This will...be perfect" he announced as he held it up and gave her a salacious grin. Robert tossed the dress on her bed then returned to the closet to take inventory of her high heels. After pulling down several shoe boxes from the shelf, he came up with a pair of glossy six-inch black stiletto pumps that Beth had actually forgotten she owned. She gingerly. I mentioned how my Grandfathers would select my bride, and that I expected a visit at any time. Again, it was something he did not realize; he had freedom to make lifeÔs most critical choices like a wife and a career. I did not.Finally he asked about “first night,” as he and his wife were part of the ranch community. I assured him it was not mandatory, the Patron had already blessed his marriage with approval and gifts. But he wanted to know so I talked about what I knew. I knew he was thinking. Resigned to my fate I slowly dropped to my knees and pried open Daddy’s ass cheeks with my manicured hands. Swamp ass is a description people use for comic effect but the reality of it is horrid. I was smelling another man’s asshole up close and personal and my new station in life slammed home again with frightening clarity. This was my life now. An ass cleaner and cocksucker. I was a comfort slut for real men.I leaned in and pressed my face between Daddy’s cheeks and gave a tentative swipe. Hearing the slurping noises and my guttural moans had me close to an explosive orgasm. As if reading my thoughts, he looked up at me and ordered, "Don't you dare come yet, baby." Sighing, I slowed my touch against my clit and took a few deep breathes, trying to control my need to come as my love continued his heated attack on my pussy. His touch was amazing. "Turn over," he instructed. A jolt of electricity shot through me for I knew what was coming next. I managed to squeak out an audible,.