I sucked until her pussy stopped spasming, then kissed her pussy gently."Let me see your gorgeous ass," I said, guiding her hips to turn around.She tu...rned around and laid her face and shoulders against the wall, pushing her butt back, her legs spread apart. First, I feasted my eyes on her flawless half-moons. Then, I stroked her firm, silky flesh. I kneaded the hot flesh, pulling the cheeks apart then pushing them together. I watched her pink wrinkled asshole peek and hide between her cheeks as. When I had finished, I went into the bathroom and admired the marks Daddy had left on my body last night. I examined my full breasts and the pink and purple bruises Daddy had painted on them as he slapped, pinched and sucked on them. The souvenirs had left them tender and beautiful. I couldn't wait to tell Shelley at the front desk that Daddy had given me "flowers" again last night."You're so lucky, Krys," she had said last week, with a tinge of jealousy in her voice. "You'd better hold on to. “Oh god ease up on the head hon it’s so sensitive now” he moans between breaths so I swallow his cock whole and grab his balls. Deep throating so my noise is buried in his belly I suck and swirl my tongue all over his hard cock. Pulling it in and out of my sucking mouth, feeling it hit the back of my throat and it just makes me want it even more. I grasp the shaft wrapping my fingers around it and stroking it gently but deliberately. Running my tongue down the back of his shaft onto his balls. When we split off from the ABC corporation we tried for weeks to think of an appropriate name for our fledgling company. We wanted something that sounded homey and warm without being cute. Edie and Josh always referred to our bakery as "our Daddy's bakery." When little Jimmy Stinger came in with his half-siblings and called it that, only because he had heard it called this by them, we knew we had the name. And so it became, "Our Daddy's Bakery."Our neighborhood was the same as neighborhoods.