I shrugged like it was no big deal and said, " Yeah, good idea." It started small. Closed mouth, lips touching, pressing lightly. But, in seeming un...ison, our lips parted, a deeper kiss bloomed. My arms went around Stephens' shoulders and his, around my waist. I felt his tongue meet mine and memory turns to blissful warm integration of everything and nothing. To have something so simple be so intense yet so warmly harmonious has only happened two or three times, for me. We were both lost. “Look at me baby, your mother is a big slut too. I thought my sluttish-ness might be inherited by you.” Brenda said, pointing to her cum covered fuck suit. Relieved she no longer had to hide.Sandy was still a little worried, not wanting to get in trouble. The young babysitter stood there biting her nails thinking of the butt whipping her dad would give her if he found out what she did.“You look worried dear? It’s ok I assure you. Why do you think we picked you to baby sit. Tom liked you because. " Yeah, we'll let our little slave bitch out for a while. I think she's earned it. She can just suck my cock for a while. I'm kind of soft now, maybe the little slut can suck me up all nice and hard. Then I can fuck Lucy, would you like that, Luce?" You know I always want you to fuck me, Daddy. Whenever you want."So, Lucy started to untie the cords that held me to the bed. Did I have to pee."Hurry, I've got to go pee." Well, let's take her to go have a good pee, shall we?" her dad said and then. 7. That Sunday morning I was to receive my first caning in the new punishment room. Master had instructed me to be stood at the post, naked of course, with my legs apart and my hands clasped behind my neck at 9am. He enjoyed seeing me in this position, it thrust my breasts forward in a way he liked and left me very vulnerable to him. He arrived promptly that morning, presumably keen to punish his Slave in the room he had designed himself. He spent several moments just looking at me stood there.