Almost instantly, Gwen emailed back an official wager statement. It was formally written and had a place for each signature at the bottom and a place ...for a witnesses’ signature. Sue swallowed, uncomfortable about bringing anyone else into their game.She read the terms of the wager:Following the games of November 17, either Sue Beard or Gwen Falk will be enslaved for the Thanksgiving weekend to the other. Slavery will commence at noon on Thursday, November 22nd and end at midnight on Sunday,. “Fuck me, Daddy,” she begged and was rewarded as her father pulled back and slammed back into her. Her body shook as she tried to push back against his invading shaft, but her coordination was gone and instead simply allowed him to drive in and out of her, again and again, slamming her thighs against the edge of the table. Her hands slipped beneath her, finding her nipples and yanking on them as she whimpered and cried with pleasure.Jay drove harder and faster into his daughter, his eyes never. It wasn't to Hild I had made the comment but to myself.We went into the bathroom and started to fill the spa. It was nice to be able to turn the tap and you had unlimited water both hot and cold. We quickly discarded all our clothes and just threw them on the floor.I went into the shower and gave myself a good scrubbing and helped Hild with her back. The only problem was my hands kept slipping around her and filling my hands with the lovely soft large round globes of her breasts, as you can. "Oh fuck," escaped my lips as he entered me. It was a response of pleasure. I felt his helmet push past my ring and then a few more inches enter me instantly. He pulled back and without hesitating pushed forward again. Just over two-thirds of his seven inches were inside of my loosened hole in two thrusts. With his third stroke, I felt him against my ass -- he was completely inside of me.There was no doubt about it, this was not about making love or any other illusions that most people have.