I stood up, pushing my chair back, making space for him to come in behind me, and lifted my nightdress over my head.My nakedness made daddy groan, as ...my breasts had grown and became more pronounced, my nipples visibly hardening as he looked at me, in an odd sense of the fact, my own body was responding, sex communicated the basic urge of a man wanting a woman, a need to put his swollen cock inside one of my holes, the urgency and the violent wanting, in direct contrast to the softness and the. After a moment he pulled his fingers out, then gently pushed them back in, starting a slow rhythm when he saw Lindsay's eyes flutter and her breathing pick up. As she began pushing her hips up to meet his fingers, he fucked her more vigorously, rubbing her clit with his thumb until she cried out, soaking his hand. "Very nice, Lindsay. You're very responsive. It would be a shame for you to have your first sexual experiences with a clumsy, selfish college boy. Wouldn't you rather the first cock. In Tulsa's case, this meant becoming the primary caretaker to an 80-something woman who was receiving experimental treatment for advanced Alzheimer's. Unfortunately for Tulsa, the drugs given the woman made her both extremely horny and incontinent. It seemed to Tulsa that when she wasn't lapping the old woman to orgasm, she was emptying the bedpan and washing shit off her old, wrinkled ass.Of course, her days consisted of more than bedpans and octogenarian pussy. She had her own training to. You got this life. Deal with it. And dealwith your lunch. The bowl must be licked clean, do you understand, badSissy?" Yes, Mistress, licked clean!" Now crawl over there and eat your lunch. It will give you a nice furrycoat and it is also good for those nasty worms that dogs can get. BonAppetit!"Mistress has left the building. Mistress had left me in my kennel. Sheis so good to me, feeds me, worries about my drinking water and my bowelmovements. And I disappointed her. I was a BAD Sissy. Five.