Tears formed and I gagged occasionally. His hips started to move and his hands taking hold of my hair. I placed my hands on his hips and he began to t...hrust in earnest. Drool dripped down my chin, our eyes locked just as his thick cum spurted into my mouth. I swallowed it all, never wasting a drop of his precious seed. He pulled out, calling me his good girl and told me to move to the table where I'd already laid out the flogger, paddle, crop and cat o' nine tails. The straps were already. Uncle Birju – Par yahan tu meri randi hai. Aur main jo chahun woh karunga tere saath yahan pe. Kyunki tera yeh haseen jism, yeh sundar chehra, yahan tak ki teri aatma tak sirf meri hai. Kabhi mat bhulna.Cap. Ayesha – Jaanti hun mere maalik. Mein sirf aap hin ki exclusive sex slave rakhel hun. Jo chahe woh kariye mere saath. Aaj tak maine kabhi kisi bhi cheez ke liye mana nahi kiya aapko aur kabhi kar bhi nahi sakti. Mein sirf aap hi ki property hun.Yeh kehte hin Cap. Ayesha ne Birju ka daina. “Hot, warm or cold,” my daddy turned and asked me. “Warm is good,” I told him, still unable to get the smile off of my face. “Though cold might be good as well.” “Well let's start with warm and then if its too warm, we can switch it to cold,” he suggested, pulling his clothes off of his body. I had not realized, until now, that neither one of us had removed anything we were wearing for the events which took place downstairs. It was in that moment that I truly looked over my daddy’s body. He. At the front, someone with long black hair stood up and turned. She looked at John Phillips direct in the eyes and he cringed. He could feel evil emanating in heat waves from her. And she looked terrifying."That's Mistress Whip," explained Mistress Satin, quietly, as they walked down the aisle. "You were supposed to be assigned to her clan. Marie asked specifically for the meanest. But Whip was busy, and I wasn't. You are lucky." She looks like Alice Cooper on a bad hair day," John Phillips.