Never did she say please or thank you. He had nightmares of her suddenly appearing behind him in the shower, in bed, when he was getting dressed or un...dressed, and in his car and announcing herself with ‘I needa to opena my box.’ Never did she go to another teller. Instead, she impatiently waited for him to service a customer, reluctantly allowing customers behind her to go to other tellers who were free, just so she could abuse his good nature and ruin his day by waiting on her. He tried. “Slut, fetch the rope and floggers,” Daddy growled as he grabbed my hands and lifted them above my face.“Yes, Father,” Mom purred. She rose with smooth action, her round breasts jiggling before her.She hurried out of the room, her rump swaying. She was such a good sex slave. She didn’t do naughty things like I did. But I didn’t have to worry about that any longer. It was such a weight off my shoulders not to have any control over my powers. Daddy made all my decisions for me. Even though I was. Debs looked at me “what’s got into her, she only rubbed one off before we got up, she seems to think I don’t hear her, but she’s only a few feet away in the next bed”. Amy answered for me, “It’s his girlfriend, I think she’s so hot I’d love to get a chance to lick her out”. With that my girlfriend returned, fully dressed and raring to go shopping. That evening we all sat around the table for dinner. The three girls had got dressed up in dresses and I was wearing clean jeans and a white shirt.. Her whole body quivered in anticipation of what was to be as tongues lingered and caressed each other in way Jess had been dreaming of for years.His strong arms wrapped around her waist pulling her into him closer and tighter, her body arched forward pressing herself into him, feeling his now hard cock against her inner thigh. Jess wrapped her legs around his waist and reached her hand down between her legs to coax his exited, throbbing cock into her wet pulsating pussy.As he slid inside her.