She nodded. “This would be the perfect opportunity,” he said calmly, in spite of the ravaging excitement that pulsed through him. “I think I cou...ld do it,” she acknowledge softly. “But you have to be there. You have agree, you have to support me, convince me, protect me.” “Always,” he replied. “And you will still love me?” “We are life-mates, Karla,” he replied. “Nothing changes that.” “Now, tell me one more time why we, why I, should even consider this.” “For both of us, Karla. Mostly for you. "What will I do all day Daddy, if I can't go to school?" "You will clean this house daily, and cook Daddy's meals. While Daddy eats what you have cooked him, you will suck Daddy off under the table to receive your meal. Only then will you be allowed to eat whatever scraps are left over. If you have already drained my cock you will just sit under the table with my softened cock in your mouth." Thinking that it was time to get some answers from the stupid whore he stood up, and pulled her up with. My fellow cheerleaders whooped and twerked, performing topless, shaking pompoms or their tits at the crowd. When they did high kicks, they flashed naked pussies and toned rumps. I had overturned everything with my presence.My futa-cock changed the world’s paradigm. Things were utterly different.“We want to be bred by you,” moaned a caramel skin cheerleader up front. She had green eyes that blazed in delight, her brown hair falling short about an almost elfin face. She looked like the cheer. "Cat got your tongue, whore?" he crowed.My only reward was his yelp as I rather unprofessionally got my revenge by tugging roughly at the bandages before tying them off.The only down part about this period was that Mr Foster insisted that I remain topless while hanging round the pool. This was a bit of a change for me for while most of the girls were always in that state of undress (some even dispensed with the bottom half of their costumes too) I'd almost inevitably kept my top on because I.