The gimp struggled forward like a condemned man hauling his coffin to the gallows, till ordered to stop. A hush fell over the room at that point and a...ll eyes were focused on me once more. The women started to flex and toy with their canes as Blanche jerked my leash."Tell the ladies where my daughter is!" She wickedly striped my lower back with the cane to encourage me; the ladies licked their lips as they witnessed a taste of what was to come."She has gone on vacation." Blanche fetched me three. I can make out thats is my sexy stepdaughter wearing nothing but her panties and a small vest top jamming her wet fingers into her slippery cut as she gets turned on watching me.So with cock in hand I begin to stroke it faster for her hoping to make her cum, I decide to add a little fun into the game by whispering that I would love to have her as my little fuck slut, and that she would have to suck me off every day.Her body's reflection now clearly showing her finger fucking that very wet pussy. Kay came and then came again a second time, although that last one was a mild one, and then she was drained.Above her, the fucking machine called Lance was still pounding away, and when he showed no sign of slowing down she whispered, "Cum for me Lance." Had enough?" he asked, and Kay nodded.Lance extracted his cock from his aunt and knee-walked up to straddle her waist, chuckling when his fingers slid through Kay's wet cleavage before he put his cock in between the massive jugs and pressed. “Perfect, Mrs. Campbell doesn’t go out much on her own, but I try to never block her in. I should probably have her meet you at some point. She likes to know who is coming around.”“Makes sense. Nice place.” It was a small apartment. Dakota had a couch with a TV nearby on a couple of crates. A small table with a couple of chairs. A small ¾ bath was off the tiny galley kitchen if you could even call it a kitchen. An overgrown wet bar was more like it. A single basin sink, with an old.