Mom and I were at a loss for words. But, not to worry, s*s wasn’t. Even at her young age (not quite 15) she posessed an air of authority about her. ...‘E’ was tall for her age and let’s just say well developed. Her bush was a hairy as mom’s and the clit was just a prominent. Well, she said, it’s about time someone around here got laid. I have wanted to for two years now and this just seems like the proper time. I had just popped a huge load, but as she walked over to the bed, my cock on it’s own. It turned out to be empty.Finally, Kay entered through the main entrance in the back of the cathedral; Monica accompanying.The rest of the goddesses, minus Rosa, of course, filed in behind Kay.Everyone was in the cathedral was standing, and the organ was playing when the Ladies entered. The organist stopped instantly, and the congregation stood frozen in awe.Monica called out, in Spanish, "Kneel before your goddess!"As one, the congregation and the archbishop fell to their knees, except for. The last thing Daddy said is your cunt, your mouth and fag hole is mine and you will not allow them to be touched until I get home do you understand bitch. I was having second thoughts about being manipulative as the words ?yes Sir Daddy? crossed my lips. I had almost finished with my third glass of wine and by now, I was so stupidly brave there was no stopping me.I looked Daddy in the eyes and said Daddy; you know the charity auction is coming up soon. Daddy nodded his head and sat there. "Or sweetums!" she said gleefully. He shuddered. "Anyhow, may I ask a question?" Ask." Why do you talk so ... well, stilted?" She felt him stir. "That's not a criticism," she said hastily, "I don't mean it that way, I even think it's kind of cute. But the perfect grammar, the way you use words—you have a huge working vocabulary—I never hear you use contractions, you have to admit most people don't talk quite that way." 'Cute, '" he murmured. "How sweetums."She laughed, and sat up. "OK, but I'm.