“I’m looking forward to you very much!”Camille expelled a hesitant but satisfied sigh and hurried to the kitchen.“Allison, Marie, Davenport!�...� Claudia began, furrowing her brow in false disgust.“Did I do something wrong, Mommy?” She asked innocently, a hand returning to her pussy. “I’m just trying to be a good, slutty daughter for you and Daddy!” She reasoned.“I’m not mad, just rather surprised at your bold talk and actions. You’re definitely my daughter!”“Thank you, Mommy, I love you!” They. With Rick in tow, I flicked on the light to the bathroom and caught myself in the mirror. My hair was a mess, my shoulders and knees were red. I quickly turned around and saw how raw my ass looked. I looked like I’d just been abused. “Look what you’ve done!” I yelled jokingly.“Hey man, you asked for it.” Rick replied. It was true. I certainly did ask for it. Over and over.I giggled again. “I know, and I’d ask for it a thousand times over.” I said with a wry smile. I slid open the glass shower. “Stroke it,” I said, still snapping pictures. I loved watching him.As I stared, he smiled, and then he came over to me and slowly took off my clothing. He took my cock into his hands and began to stroke just the way I liked it. He seemed to know just what to do and gave me the indication that this wasn’t his first time. He licked my balls for me, brushing my inner thighs with the backs of his hands now and then. Tingles ran through my body."That feels good. Stroke my cock more," I said, in a. "How can I not be worried aboutit?" If they can do what they've done to you, I'm sure they can undo it justas easily," he reassured Brad."There's the question of whether they can," Brad said to the doctor. "Andthere's the question of whether they will." It would be completely unethical for them to do otherwise." I hope you're right," Brad said. The talk was making him feel better."But I am still very interested in monitoring your dance abilities. MaybeI'd change my mind after seeing you.