"Mother..." he murmured, his voice thick with longing and desire.She tore her gaze away from the wetly glistening pole in front of her to look adoring...ly up into the eyes of her future husband. "Fucker..." she purred in her sexy scratchy voice, letting that one word convey the intensity of her need for more than just looking.He laid his hands on her head, letting his fingers comb their way into her sensuously long hair, enjoying the feeling. The moment he touched her that way, she knew exactly. In a sense, the results of your interview will tell me whether I think my treatment will help you at all. Of course, the interview is not the only determining factor, I do conduct a thorough physical exam as well, but if I do not see the results I need to see from the interview, I wont waste your money or my time by proceeding with a treatment that is sure to fail. Laura spoke up, I know that sounds cold and rather pompous, but it really is true. Dr. Henrys technique depends entirely on a. I didn’t know what to expect. When he said,“Great fuck isn’t she Dad,” I knew everything wasokay.Tom thrust his dick toward my mouth and said “suck itbaby. You’re getting a real family fuck tonight.”Before I took his cock in my mouth I said, “Fatherfucks like son.” His smile told me he liked thecomparison. With Dad from behind and Tom in my mouth Ifelt full. The father son combo switched positionsfrom time to time and I got the best of both. I looked into her eyes deeply where I saw equal measures of defiance and meekness. ?Are you my dirty little whore?? I asked. ?Well???Yes sir?? She replied quietly. I kept looking at her until she averted her eyes and spoke softly: ?I’m sorry sir. I wanna be a better slave for you? I’ll do better?. Tim grinned to himself. Only this afternoon he’d been worried about the slackening of discipline, the infrequency of BDSM play and about if the girls were still even interested. And now one of them.