" Are you wearing panties too?" She interrupted."No" I replied."You little slut!" she laughed. "How long have you been wearing them?"The tone of her v...oice changed a little. It was more inquisitive, but still demanding. I was hoping that was a good sign."Well?" She asked again."For years, since I was a kid." I replied."How often?" As she continued her interrogation she began to circle me. I felt like prey."Most days during the winter, they help me stay warm. Not so often in the summer."Maybe I. "Fuck me, Dad,” I hear Kate begging Paul. This I have to see. I turn around to stand on all fours, motioning to James to take me from behind so that we can see the action between Paul and Kate. They lay diagonally from us on the bed. I can see the lust in my daughter’s eyes.She turns to me and pulls me to give me a sloppy kiss. James puts his hands on my hips but doesn’t insert his cock into my waiting pussy. Maybe he is just as engrossed with what is about to happen as I am.“Thank you,” she. If I ever get out of here again, which I heavily doubt at the moment, I'll have a serious aversion to his music.By lunchtime my plaything was hanging limp from her wrist cuffs, hips no longer rising, just rocking slowly back and forth, fully impaled upon the cone, spread wide and stretched, the rocking now almost a reflex, trying to shift the pressure from public bone to ass and back. Her ankles had long since tired, calves shivering with tension, but now to tired to lift her enough to relieve. Victor would meet his clients and we could have a nice tour around that windy city…On the first night we decided to go for some drinks to a bar. Victor asked me to dress sexy. Then I chose a very short black dress that barely covered my round buttocks, matching with a pair of sexy black stiletto heels.All the men there at the bar were young and several ones asked me to dance. I told them no at first, but Victor encouraged me to go ahead, telling the guys what a great dancer I was. So finally I.