You’re talking rubbish!”“There’s no point in trying to deny it, Ricky; I have evidence. Sticky white evidence, all over a pair of my undies.�...�“You can’t!” he blurted out. “I always made sure to wash them after I…” he stopped himself when he realized what he was saying.I hid my surprise. I had not told him about the forged evidence I had produced. That meant he really had been jerking into my underwear. And more than once, by the sound of it. Well, that meant I had everything I needed.“It doesn’t. Nice and silky, when gently rubbed down the shaft. Don’t get too excited I thought. Later. Then.... What’s this?.... well that’s new ! hidden in the stocking drawer below, a smallish vibrator. Well , well, naughty girl have you been putting this in your lovely pussy and making yourself cum? (Of course she had, it’s not to stir her tea! ). Maybe when you came back from a hard night shift, hubby is at work the house is quite. You need a little love, a little pleasure, you need to make your pussy. Then, she backs away from you, facing you. Her warmeyes and gentle hair comfort you even as her smile gives away the fact theshe some devil in her heart and tonight she intends on showing you alittle of that wicked side. She orders you to go shut the blinds. You look at her nervously,realizing that your windows are large enough and set low enough in thewalls that you will have a hard time not exposing yourself to the world ifyou obey. One look in her eyes and you know that you must do as. " More," he said, his voice getting lower and I noticed him adjustinghimself in the FaceTime window, knowing he was opening his robe andtaking out that beautiful cock somewhere in a fancy hotel in Europe"I pledge my whore throat to Daddy and Daddy's cock. Daddy owns my mouthand my throat and I pledge it to Daddy use and do anything Daddy wants." Why, baby?" Because I'm Daddy's fucktoy slut and Daddy owns me." Very good, princess, you always make Daddy happy with your eagerattitude."I wanted to.