" And what else?" I asked, still rubbing the oil into her soft pale flesh."Because I can't pay attention and keep messing up, Master." It's not that y...ou can't, my little slut because I have seen you do it. It's that you don't concentrate. It's that you get easily distracted—you lack focus." Yes, Master." Well, I am going to help you with your focus, slut. I am going to help you concentrate and teach you that proper focus is important to being a good submissive." Thank you, Master. I do want to. This time I was in a sundress with no panties.” She said.“I was disappointed when I didn’t see him in the house. I walked to our special spot, the spare bedroom. I laid on the bed and could smell our come on the quilt. I began to play with myself and could feel the excitement growing. I had three fingers in me and began to come. I heard a noise and looked up to see Uncle George stroking his cock.” Sissy smiled as she shifted to face me.It didn’t take long before Uncle George had his dick. After a few more delicious moments kissing like this, she pushed his shirt off his shoulders, breaking off the kiss to draw it down his arms. “I want to see all of you, too, Dad.” Then she pulled it away from him to drop it alongside the shirt she had been wearing. He was still touching her all over as she rubbed his chest, then around to his back, pulling him to her for another deep kiss. Somehow, although neither of them would be able to say who started it, together they copied each other’s. The dried semen in her pussy and her sore muscles quashed that theory. Now she was torn between confronting Steve or pretending to be ignorant about what happened.If she confronted him now Cindy could talk to Steve without involving his father. She might be able to dissuade the boy from continuing such grossly immoral behavior. If she did that, however, she’d have to explain that she knew it was Steve from the moment he entered her. She’d have to tell him why she didn’t stop him right then and.