That haughty diva runway confidence Sandra saw she knew wasn't that of agirl who had been told all her life that she'd be a pretty model buttheeasy an...d unearned confidence and swagger of a suburban dad.Sandra figured Dave had no real idea yet just how hot she even was. Justbehind that swagger Sandra could still see all the bits of dorkiness,too, and it was endearing as fuck. The warm, cute eyes Dave always hadwere stunning and hauntingly beautiful on such a pretty face. (Evenwithout makeup.. Once she remembered a steamy little dream sequence in which she and Marge had been in a threesome with a hunky guy.For the past few days, however, her dreams were almost monopolized by Marge. And the dreams were far from innocent. Marge was the mistress and Kat was the sub. She served her mistress in every possible way, including sexually, and her mistress bound her and punished her and used her. But she could never tell Marge about those dreams.“Sometimes. You have been in my dreams. But for now I want to see this.It was another girl in another cubicle strapped again to a gyno chair. This one seems quite relaxed but densed as soon as she saw them. Dr. Grace put down the bowl and entered the cubicle. This one is one of our prototypes. She was modified years ago; we have by now improved our methods. Tell us, why are you here?The girl looked at Dr. Grace almost hungrily.Because you made me.And what did we do?You gave me the gift to cum from pain alone.Dr. Grace turned to. ' He said to her, slightly flustered at being caught. "It's alright daddy..." She said awkwardly. Thinking he left, she layed back and shut her eyes, soaking in the warm, bubbly water. He crept back in the doorway, massaging his now fully erect dick. Staring at his daughter, he crept closer, queitly unzipping his pants. He let is big dick out of his pants and started stroking it, being so close to his naked daughter. Her eyes opened and she screamed as his dick was so close to her face..