Michelle was not wearing any panties. For the first few seconds, Bobby just sat there and gasped in disbelief, and then his eyes met Michelle's. “Ho...n … you, you are n-not –” he could not complete his statement. “Are you surprised that your beautiful young wife is not wearing any underwear – Baldy Locks?” she asked in a bitchy tone foreign to him. “Yes, uh why Michelle?” he conjured up the courage to ask. The fact that she had addressed him as “Baldy Locks” was emasculating to say the least, it. "Mary stood and brushed Danielle'ssuit where it hung on the clothes rack, turning her back."And don't call me Doug when I'm in character ducky," Mary huffed."Deal. If you stop calling me ducky," Danielle replied, feeling thatshe had been put in his place."Look we have to stay in character and I'm really not Doug when I'mdressed like this am I? You can see I've fully transformed into womanand you have to do the same," Mary said or rather demanded."Agreed Mary," Danielle sighed."Good Danielle;. " Somebody laughed. "Give her the prod Luis and get her screaming." "No please don't. I hate the Commies. I can help you catch them." A cold metal tip touched her left nipple. "NO! I'll help you catch the traitors. I'll let you have sex with me." Once again someone laughed but this time a different voice said "That's enough." Carmen felt her bonds being loosened and she was helped off the bed frame.The blindfold was taken off and she blinked in the bright lights. An olderman was looking at her. Since when had I started wanting my daddy to touch me? It didn’t really matter though. Every girl has fantasies about her dad right? So, I decided to just go with it. I began picturing my dad, all 6’3’’ of him. He’s in shape and toned without being ridiculously ripped. He’s always had thick, dark, brown hair that I’ve always just wanted to run my fingers through. Before I know it I’m soaking the bed underneath me and screaming my orgasm, all while thinking of my dad. As I’m coming down from.