She, too, had learned to sense when I was going to cum and slow down, prolonging the inevitable. It was rare that she would let me touch her, beyond f...ondling her breast. She told me that she wanted to please daddy, and that the next time I was going to please her was when she finally gave herself to me fully. I did not complain as I truly loved watching my 18 year old, beautiful blond daughter express as much love and passion as she knew how on me. Each night, she took my entire load in her. “I want you to use me more for your pleasure. A man like you has needs, many needs, and I want to hear your voice ordering me to come to you and satisfy you. Do you hear what I am saying?”I understood. “You want me to be calling you up and arranging meetings more often?”Her hand gently stroked my cock. “Yes Master and not just here but at my home as well. I am a Veshya and my bed lies empty now waiting for a man like you to occupy it and use me at any time of the day or night. Whether it’s for. "She kissed me again, and I headed to the bathroom to wash my hands, waving at Laurel as I passed the kitchen door. If my life was going to be arranged from now on, I definitely could do a lot worse for arrangers!Kay called after me, "Ask Laurel about her good news!" I skidded to a halt and back-pedaled and stuck my head around the door."What good news?" We stopped at the clinic this morning like you said, and they checked me out, said this does look like just a scar, they're sure it is, but. Each flick of her clitoris provoked a sharp little cry as her legs trembled. When fully engorged it did resemble a tiny pink cock which I suckled on joyously. Kate's clit was similarly sensitive when fondled and caressed and provoked very violent spasms that I found very erotic and more than a few times nearly threw me to the floor. It's similar to riding a bucking bronco, clinging for dear life until the rodeo clowns came out to rescue me. I didn't Kate totally spent so I abruptly stopped.