In the available light, I could make out the pink, puffy lips separated by the seam. Apparently she had taken her wet panties off and not put on a fre...sh pair.I felt a twitch in my own pants as I looked at the smoothness of her lips. Only a few fine hairs were visible. If there were anymore, they were concealed by the small strip of cloth that ran between her legs."Play your guitar for me, Daddy," Beth said. Her voice made me realize for the second time today I was being turned on by my. ” Carrie opened her eyes, and he looked at her sitting there on all fours, licking the cum off her chin. Her clothes were in disarray, her bared ass and sexy back making him excited again. “I guess you are a little slut, aren’t you?” She started to shake her head, a pretend look of hurt in her eyes. His cock was still rock hard, and he could see the slickness of Carrie’s spit on it. The guys were touching her ass and pussy, and she was just watching him—wanting him to do something. He knew. Or maybe not fate. We were in church, after all.Anyway, about a dozen people helped me sit down and were patting me on the back while I had my little breakdown. They were telling me everything would be all right, and that whatever was bothering me was already in God's ears and stuff like that. I hadn't been to church since I was about fourteen, when my parents stopped making me go, and prior to that I hadn't actually paid much attention to what they were trying to talk to us about. But I did. Iwanted glossy pink nails to match my lingerie.I took out the simple posts from my ears and starting inserting thehoops and diamond studs. The flesh colored studs fooled no one but de-emphasized my multiple piercings. When I was done my ears, I reinsertedmy nose ring.Fortunately, Mistreess had left my tongue ring intact and my nipplerings had also remained. With all my jewelry back in place, I began mymakeup routine.When I was done, I went into the family room to find my lovely mistresswaiting.