But she leans in, her face up close to mine, she sticks out her tongue and gives a slow lick up my cheek. I look over at my dad and I notice he was to...uching himself while watching us. "Wow, that's hot. Lick her again," my father urges. I still couldn't believe this was happening. I close my eyes this time as my mom slowly licks up the side of my face again, feeling her warm tongue over my eye, licking me all the way to my forehead. "Mmm, you taste so good, baby. Michael, get a taste." My father. Theentourage of females watched with some surprise at the dextrous manner inwhich Latimer fitted the bra to his chest, his familiarity with theprocess becoming obvious."Ok Latimer let's get the gown on you again and start on your hair," saidMiss Antrim. "Just walk over to the chair and get comfy," she instructed.Latimer complied, again feeling a delicious vulnerability from theconfining cape. "Fortunately," stated Miss Antrim, "your hair is not tooshort so that with some subtle cutting we can. She didn’t want to anger her captor, but she didn’t want to lick her pussy even more.“I’ll take that as a ‘no.’ Okay then. I’m going to try my best to break you… make things so painful for you that you have no choice but to submit. And as soon as you submit to me, things will be a lot easier for you. First I’m going to give you a good beating. Then I’m going to fuck your pussy and ass. I’m not sure what will come after that, but I’ll figure it out.” Fearing this fate, Katie again began. He used shampoo onhis hair and then stood in the shower daydreaming about finding theright guy who would want him to be his girlfriend.Finally, he turned off the shower and dried himself. He lovinglycaressed his body with a scented moisturizer. Wearing one towel stillwrapped around his hair, he padded out from the steamy bathroom. Hewalked on his tiptoes until he dug out his pink fluffy bedroomslippers.Somewhere in his travels, he'd rescued a fluffy pink shorty bathrobedestined to be discarded..