I told him that I didn’t wear panties, that for some reason I just did not like how they seem to confine my pussy. He just looked at me and laugh, a...nd said that he knew that I was more like him, then my mom. I really did not understand what he was talking about, until he told that he was a sex addicted. It was kind of sweet that daddy did not have any trouble telling me that pussy was his drug of chose. As I laid there while my dad pushed my skirt up over my hips, I could tell that the sight. When it was clear to me that Marty was as hard as he was going to get without actually erupting in orgasm, he told me to swing across so that we were in a sixty-nine position; but under no circumstances was I to do anything other than hold his cock tightly at the base. I did so, and soon felt Marty shove a finger back into my anus, this time lubricated with the olive oil. The insertion was easier this time, but he kept adding more and more oil; and then another finger, and then another. As he. Their strength. Their scent. Their muscles beneath tuxedos and suits.Even though my heels weren’t exactly the epitome of dancewear and I’d never been classically trained, it didn’t take long to become coordinated. I did my best at appearing graceful while brushing bodies with men and women I mostly didn’t know, and probably never would. The setting had me electrified throughout. Charged beyond measure, because I knew something they didn’t as hips touched through showy clothing.Before preparing. I closed the door and used magic to lock it. Even if Alyssa unlocked the deadbolt and door handle, she wouldn’t be able to open the door. Then I cast a soundproof spell on the door. Alyssa wouldn’t be able to hear us either. When I turned to face Mom again, she had the collar on and the leash held out toward me.I approached her, to try to talk her down, but she knelt when I got close. She held up the leash with both hands and a small smile on her face. The smile threw me for a second. Then I.