My hands were now being untied, and seconds later so were my feet. I felt free, I reached for my blindfold, but as I did my hand was grabbed, and Dad...dy whispered, “I thought you wanted to be a good little slave for me?” “I do, and I enjoy being your slave, honest,” I whispered to him, trying to work out where he was. It fell silent. Daddy’s booming voice broke the silence… “Get on all fours then,” he demanded, “and open your mouth again!” I did as he requested, beaming. I loved being. I then sucked on the front part – it was already slightly wet. ?Suck on the back too slut" he said. When I completed this to his satisfaction i was told to go into the stall and pit on her thong. Sir then directed "The side strings should be pulled up above your pant belt so that we know they are nice and tight". Tight they were – she was a size 4. There was no way it was going to cover my package even if it was cold and shrunk which it was far from. It definitely was up my rear crack,. I was moaning while he kept licking and sucking my nipples."They look so tasty that I can't just lick, I have to bite too." Then he started nibbling them, stretching the tip of my nipples a little before letting them go. I groaned helpless, a mix of sensations invading me. Again he was doing something that was hurting me a little, something that made me want to react, curl myself like a ball to avoid his mouth, but it was good. Goddamn good.“A-Augh! D-Don’t... Augh!” I moaned harder and harder. It was a hot July evening and the chilled beer went down smooth. Mick was only half-finished with his bottle when Kim ventured over and bent over for a kiss.Their lips parted and electricity ripped through their bodies. Kim immediately went for Mick’s cock – rubbing it to hardness through his shorts. Now pitching a tent of his own, Mick wanted to move this party inside to the sleeping bag. They climbed in, zipped up the tent and explored one another.“Enough of this light kissing bullshit – fuck.