You buttocks feel bruised from the chair and in your excitement, you squirm slightly on my lap. But I can tell you are being careful – you are very ...sore. You end the kiss and I stroke you face gently – I say, ‘Good girl. I love you so much, sweetie.’ ‘I love you too, Daddy.’ Our bath had been long and luxurious. Deep kisses. Perfumed water. Candlelight. You had lain in my arms – back against my chest. I had washed you slowly. I knew it was important to show you how much I cared about you so. But, as I said, if it's black, I'm in ;-)Eventually the other fellow came over and once I could see the size of his cock I was stunnd: this guy was huge!!I didn't miss a stroke with my mouth on the first guy, and quickly grabbed onto the cock and began stroking the second guy. Even soft I could barely fit my hand around him and he was easily three hands long!The guy I was sucking got me up and directed the other fellow to go onto the bed so I could continue to suck him.I climbed on the bed. Millie asked if she could shower first. Kabir said sure and showed her where the shower was.Millie enjoyed washing herself. When she came back, Kabir was stroking his penis.Kabir said, “Are you ready for me, baby?”"Yes, I am."“Okay, baby, get down on all fours and I will stick it in from behind.”Kabir loved that she was naked and her tits hung down in this position. Then it occurred to him that they could turn on the cam and make some more money. He whispered in her ear, “We could do it on the. It looks like a nightgown from the early eighteen hundreds."Eddie nodded. This was something that his mum was a real expert on."But I've never seen material or stitching like this. This is hand stitched, but very well done. The material is rougher than anything I've ever seen, and it's not evenly woven, not a modern weave. I couldn't buy stuff like this if I tried - and I have." So what are you saying?" Eddie, I don't know anything about time travel. But I know about eighteenth century.