“That’s a good Daddy,” she said as she kissed the tip of his erection then licked the precum. “Take one step back and sit in the chair I have ...ehind you.”He did as she wished. He could hear her stand then walk behind him. She began to untie the blindfold but kept it in place as she lowered her mouth to his ear.“Remember Daddy, no touching other than yourself,” she said then kissed his neck. “No talking, or saying any words. You can make sounds if you feel the need.”She removed the blindfold and. Their concern was that I wouldn't reciprocate those feelings. I assured them I did, and that, blood or no blood, they were my parents and it was my biological relations who were at a loss. My father is a Catholic priest, and as such I had always pondered my conception. I had simply assumed that I was the result of a previous relationship of my mother, or that I was conceived before my father officially became a clergyman. However, with my curiosity now satisfied, I wasn't particularly sure I. . he was still an ass to me in front of everyone but when we were alone it was almost in a joking way now after what had happened between us.When we entered his office, he sat down on the edge of his desk, I took a seat in the chair in which so much had changed for me , and was fiddling with my running shoe,they pretty much were slip ons now, I never tied them or laced them up, I got nervous and decided instead, to pace while I made my point.I thought the direct approach would be best,“ I dont. Both men laughed wickedly as he soon moaned and gasped and I felt him pulse and then cream filled me before I had even got used to him and heard fat man telling his friend that I definitely looked like I had not had enough prick. My brothers penis softened and he pulled out of me and I sat up so that I could have a look round and I could feel his sperm dribbling out of me, both men watching with smiles on their faces. All the new words used flashed through my mind and new man did not let my.