“But ... I don’t know what’s wrong with me, but I love to be humiliated, sexually.”“That’s what Daddy told us,” Shari said.“I guess I�...��m weird, huh?” Janet grinned.“Not to me!” Barry replied.“Thank you, honey,” Janet said softly, meaning it.“But I bet I can really make you embarrassed,” he said, grinning at her. “If you feel good being embarrassed! Mother, I can really do it.”“How?” Janet asked.“Want me to?”Janet hesitated then she nodded her head quickly, suddenly feeling shy again. Whatever. She still looked at me and said, "Daddy, I want you to close your eyes. I want you to picture another girl with us. Maybe my best friend Tina... Would you like that daddy?" She knew that lesbian porn was my favorite. We would often watch it together and she lived how it excited me.. This was a welcomed twist to our play so I quickly closed my eyes and pictured her scenario. "You know how much daddy would love that." . I knew my daughter was intent on pleasing me. She engulfed my cock slowly. I am twenty seven years old, not currently in a relationship, consider myself attractive, that is five three, 34c, size eight, short blonde hair, not skinny, just curvy in the right places. I am not going to let my birthday slide, I have been shopping for a new outfit to wear to my local bar this evening, it is a simple red silk shift dress, wickedly short, and it skims over my body, new underwear, again red a tiny lace thong that just covers my lips, no VPL with this for sure, and my. With his sweat and his body and hissmell gone my old mind briefly resurfaced and I recoiled at what I'djust done even as I felt his warm essence trickling out of me. I shut mylegs but it was far too late. Things were spiraling out of control. I got up off the sofa and ran to the bathroom, determined to rinse everylast filthy ounce of this foul secretion out of my, well, my vagina, butbefore I could even turn on the shower I was seized by some of the worstnausea I'd ever felt. I doubled over and.