Her pussy still as tight as the first night, maybe a little tighter. But my God was she wet. When she was sitting on me completely she looked into my ...eyes. My daughter seemed different. The innocent angel I knew seemed lost almost replaced by something else. "Fuck me daddy. Fuck daughters tight little pussy." She started slowly raising her body and back down again falling into a steady rhythm. Gently I moved my hands up the side of her body to her breasts. I thought that she was going to keep. Although similar in some respects tomany of the other videos, this was a summation of the behaviour requiredto be displayed by a sissy.I watched all of the videos which were set up to play in a loop oneafter the other. Sometime during the second loop, I fell asleep.In the morning, I woke in a cold sweat and realised I had been having anerotic dream. I also realised I had cum despite having my cage on. Irecalled the dream;I was in some kind of hospital ward and I could see two rows of fourbeds. "I'm still a little sore, Murray, but I'll be okay," she answered calmly."Good, on your way then!"Ten minutes later, they were in the air. The deep red Network XXIII helicopter had left the city and was flying westward over Jersey toward Pennsylvania and western New York, ultimately to arrive in Illinois by evening.They were flying low and fast at about 1000' and the flight had been going uneventfully as Max made continuous wisecracks since they left.Somewhere over monotonous farmland, Monique. Abruptly, he pulled out of my mouth. I almost fell face first into the floor trying to keep him inside me. ‘Enough foreplay,’ he panted. He swept me off the floor and onto the bed. He tore at the straps of my thong with his teeth until they broke. He whipped the thong across the room. Reaching for the truffle box he selected two and pushed them into my sodden pussy. I knew they would quickly melt. So did he. Steve bent over my ankles and untied them. ‘Spread your legs, as far as you can,’ he.