I said, “Ok da, I am ready.” I sat on the sofa.He came to my back gently inserted his all five fingers aggressively inside my t-shirt pocket. He s...tarted squeezing my boobs and felt too excited as this time he gave more force. All of sudden he started pinching my nipples and started rotating it gently. I reached my peak and shouted, cried, moaned like anything.He aggressively twisted my hard-erected nipples inside my t-shirt and started the act of drawing milk from my nipples like a milking cow.. "After she thought through that, she asked: "Was this because of what happened when I called you Honey?" Yes, I married you, not someone calling me Master all day long." But you are still my Master, even if I don't act like it." I understand that, but you like pickles and I can't stand them, does that mean you shouldn't eat pickles anymore?" No, I still would want a pickle, but now I want to make sure I don't taste like them afterwards in case you wanted to kiss me. I would never have thought. After she left again He turned to me and smiled. "Pretty girl. Isn't she slut"? "Yes she is" i replied. " I wonder what she tastes like" He said. i saw His mind wonder off into dreamland and i know He was undressing Marie in his mind. Then all of a sudden my pussy start to vibrate. i sat up straighter and my eyes opened wide. i let out a little moan and Daddy giggled. "Feels good doesn't it slut"? "Yes", i answered in gasps. Not being able to talk much. He pulled out a control. But I desperately wanted to see her ever so badly.I turned around when I felt a drift. Eva had poked her head in. She was laughing."You know you hopped in the shower with your underwear on, right? I thought I was the one drunk!"One of the things to love about Eva--her beauty and her humor. I was ever so in love already. I was biting on my bottom lip as I stood soaking wet before her wandering brown eyes. I didn't want her to leave, but I couldn't force myself to ask her to stay.Eva closed the.