I paid for a the cheap hotel in his area, we both had came up with a solid alibis for the evening. The theme was just a dirty rotten cheap whore fuck...ing! I was dressed up and ready to go when he knocked on the hotel room door.. My make up was done how he always enjoyed it. False eye lashes, loaded with eye liner and heavy mascara. I had opted to apply some pale liquid make up in-order to make eye's and lips pop out even more. My lips lined with a deep red and filled with vivid red lip stick a. All of a sudden and with reason or a warning she stopped on the stair, I didn’t. What resulted was poor old daddy found his nose wedged up the crack of his daughters arse; and he wasn’t complaining a bit “Ooh daddy” she said as my tongue squeezed in between her crack, “That tickles daddy” she sighed as she wiggled, I reached up grabbing her hips forcing her tighter against my face while my thumbs did a good job of widening her cheeks giving me better access to flick and poke her shaded little. She opened her mouth to accept my tongue. I bucked my hips, and, in no time, I was filling Samantha with my seed. When I had finished, I put my face between her legs and immediately began licking her clitoris to drive her to an orgasm. I tasted the fresh spunk that I had just pumped into her, but that didn’t deter me .Samantha orgasmed, as well, and it was a larger orgasm than the ones she had previously experienced. I drank this, too, happily swallowing the concoction she had made with her. Would there ever come a day when his approval made her feel only mild satisfaction? Surely she wouldn't always be this overwhelmed with joy and relief when she pleased him... She needed to get a grip. In an attempt to distract herself, she blurted out the first thing that came into her head: "Are you mad that I can't cook?"He laughed. "Wouldn't it have been nice to have a slave who was capable in the kitchen?" he mused, teasing her. "Fortunately, I'm competent enough for us both, I think." Yes,.