Then she let go. “But you have more to do.”“Yes,” Daddy groaned. “Woman, you know what to do.”“Yes, Father,” my mother purred.I still ...couldn’t believe my mother was my Daddy’s submissive. It was so wild. I rested my head in my daddy’s lap, his softening dick rubbing on my cheek. I panted, my heart pounding blood through my veins. Drool dribbled out of my open lips, making me feel even more like a wanton whore. I couldn’t close my mouth. I couldn’t talk. I could only give pleasure with my mouth.. Maybe watch her on my laptop wearing rubber in that Will I Am video, or that tight corset in the Girls Aloud Don't Speak French video. Getting hard. Looking at the pics of the slut in Cannes of her wearing that low cut dress, showing off her huge rack.The pics and vids are working. Soon my cock is rock hard, thick, swollen, the veins throbbing. I see a bead of pre at the tip and work it into the shaft with some spit to get it shiny for the cameras. Then a runner calls round the corner and tells. "I wouldn't mind to get some pounding." That said, I went to the desk which I cleared previously, sat on its edge and spread my legs. The cleaner followed me, dick in hand, eager to stick it in me, but I leaned back on my elbows and put my bare feet onto his chest. "No, no, not so fast!" I said. "You have to lick me first, and if you do it well enough, I will let you have me." The cleaner caressed my legs and hips, then ran his fingers down to my wet pussy. He spread my pussy lips apart and. I wouldn’t do something so disgusting.My hands balled up into a fist. I smashed my hand down on my bed as Sam’s voice moaned louder like she was cumming. Having a filthy orgasm on Dad’s cock. I rubbed my thighs together, imagining myself beneath Dad, loving him. It would be so beautiful. Not so whorish like Sam.That little fourteen-year-old trollop was the worst.Why did I have to have a sister as wanton as her? How could we come from the same womb?The sounds died. She had her orgasm. Her nasty.