Erica was on the sofa, kneeling on the cushions as she lay her head in the boy's lap. He had his head thrown back with one hand gripping the armrest ...and the other on my daughter's head. Erica still had on the outfit she'd worn to school that day, a denim skirt and a pink halter top, only her skirt was thrown up around her waist and her pink panties were on the floor. My eyes ran over her incredible legs from her cute feet, her crossed ankles where the glint of the anklet I had given her. If you get my drift.I stood up no realizing that my big boobs were now pressing against his chest, the three of them had moved in quite close..."Like what you see Mama" the tall one spoke pulling his waistband out to reveal his throbbing b.b.c.The one behind me moved nearer I could feel his hard on against my butt cheeks.Before I could answer.We were rudely interrupted "You lot clear off leave the lady alone" A burly Security man arrived in full uniform. Like I needed a hero right then... "I am. As he peeled his jockey shorts carefully down over his engorged prick, Chrissy writhed with impatience."Ohhhhh, hurry, Daddy, I'm so horny," she cried."Okay, spoiled brat," Ben laughed, "I'm almost there."He skinned out of his shorts and climbed onto the bed where Chrissy was waiting with open arms. She cuddled tightly against him as he gave her a deep steamy tongue-kiss, and she wantonly rubbed her soft muff against his stiff cock. Ben made a sudden decision-he wanted to fuck her in every. He didn’t want her pain and her fear, he wanted her pleasure and her love. She was to be a treasured pet, not a victim. Without her justified anger at being turned into a sex toy, Heather really found the difference significant. Enough to appreciate it intellectually, if not morally. Her cheeks were flushed. How? Curious about the Enslaver’s arguments as she had been, Heather hadn’t even noticed that it hadn’t deployed its fuck machines this time around. And…still, she was aroused? Even in .