Tracey was almost glad that she'd had to endure a fucking as well as her. Somehow, it slightly evened up the girls' relative misery.The rewards of the...day's work was even greater for Buttercup than before and both Zeta and Tracey had to help Buttercup carry her rewards home. Buttercup, however, seemed to even hate her bonus and had almost refused to take it when it was handed to her, but Tracey ensured she took away as much as she was given.The next few days continued in much the same fashion.. Joeie and Toni Lee, Jamie, and the two or three others I see from time to time all know that to keep their “Daddy” happy, they must give it up to or risk losing my sponsorship. It gets real intense and is very sexual and sensual between them and me.But that’s not what Val and I do. Instead, we keep a kind of low key seduction going on, always dependant on HER mood, with the only penetration happening by way of my fingers, a vibrator, or on certain blessed days, my tongue. It’s odd but I seem to. “Promise that you will make that happen for me.” “I will do my best baby,” Sara whispered. “Shall I text him now?” “Yes, baby! Yes, text him now.” “It is three in the morning, though,” Sara said, “he may be sleeping.” “Text him and see. Text him now.” Sara took her phone and texted Doug. “I am checking that you gave me your correct number.” Within two minutes she got a text back. “I would not have given you my number if I didn’t want to hear from you. Whatcha doing?” Sara read the text and. ‘A joke of my parents. They studied 19th Century German history,’ I said as I bowed my head and brought her fingers to my lips. I’d used this tactic a number of times over the years, and I always got favorable responses. Paige was no different. She brought her other hand to her lips as I gently caressed her knuckles with my lips, and a small gasp escaped her lips as I applied a little bit of tongue. Knuckle-kissing is an art, and I like to think of myself as a master. I effectively shut her up.