As soon as I looked up at her, I could see something was wrong. She looked like she hadn't slept at all and she was obviously worried about something....I asked her what was wrong. She stood there for a second, wringing her hands, obviously debating what to say. Finally she burst out into tears and started babbling. I gathered from what I could pick out that she had been thrown out of her parents house this morning and didn't know what she was going to do.I calmed her down, had her sit in my. Between Master finger fucking its ass and adding more fingers and the lady fucking its face, it wasn’t long before the slave was begging between licks to cum. Master said No not yet but that He would let it cum very soon. Then it felt the lady get off of its face and the blind fold come off. It looked up to see the lady now in between Master’s legs sucking His cock. It knew better than to get jealous even though it wanted to. But there was something about Master being pleased even if it. That knocked it down to be about 60 women for consideration. From there my preferences got a little more complicated. There was a women with extremely bad acne over her body, and that disqualified her but really there wasnt any other major factors that are easily described. I would prefer someone with a nice chest or a nice ass, but if they didnt have the face to match I didnt really want them. In all there were about 30 women who I found physically attractive. I started out by pointing one. This time it was his daughter, Camellia."What is it?" he asked as she climbed into his lap.Her big brown ones looked forlorn as she asked, "What's wrong with Fiona?" What do you mean?" She's crying." She is? She was just in here a little bit ago. Do you know what happened?" Not now, Daddy," Camellia said, exasperated that her father didn't know. "When she's alone. Like in the potty, or at night."Antonio frowned."Have you heard her crying since we came home?" He asked.She nodded."Maybe it's.