That night in bed I dreamed about what he said and saw myself as I did in the film uncle had shot, by now we were closer than ever and I felt we had b...onded as mother had predicted we would and in the morning when I got up and started the coffee, he came into the kitchen with the camera on as I stood by the sink in my baby-doll nightie, I was naked under it and he knew it and as he filmed I smiled in resignation as he circled and went down low looking up, I knew what he could see and felt. She rubbed the sleep from her eyes with her hand.“Daddy?” Her eyes shot to me. “Is your finger in my butthole?”“And my cock is in your pussy,” I said.”“I know that.” She smiled. “I fell asleep with you in me, and it was amazing.” She shifted on me, and then she leaned up and kissed me on the lips. Her mouth felt so soft and cute on mine. Her pussy clenched again. Her butthole clamped down on my finger. Her hips moved.She wiggled her pussy around my cock, slow circles of her hips while her. I haven’t tied her up since last week.”This was the Armstrongs second lesson Clint had given. Last week, he taught Mr. Armstrong how to safely tie up his wife without hurting her.“No, we need more than that,” Clint said. “Let’s go to our dungeon.”“Dungeon?” squeaked Mrs. Armstrong.“Does your wife have permission to speak?” Clint demanded.“Quiet, whore,” Mr. Armstrong said, his voice cracking. “You ... you don’t speak right now. Not after sucking his cock.”She flushed and lowered her head, more. I quickly picked up her clothes and put them in my hamper. I straightened up the bed. I saw some of the remains of my orgasm on my sheets. I took a towel from my bathroom and cleaned it up the best I could. I could always tell my Mom it was the result of masturbation ... she knew I did that.Mom yelled up the stairs, "I'm home. Starting dinner ... it will be ready in about 20 minutes."I poked my head out and yelled, "Thanks Mom, Jenna's taking a shower, I think. I'll tell her." Thanks honey," my.