Then she adjusted the straps to make sure it fit right.There you go sweetie. Do you need anything else she asked?No I replied. As she started to leave... I asked where did these come from?Well after our discussion on the way to the game I decided to go buy you some clothes instead she explained. While I was at the store looking at boy’s clothes I decided that instead I would get you girls clothes. Then I thought instead of plain girls clothes I would get you something that both you and Frank would. It must be a fuckin' prostste massager.That's it fuck the little girl, fuck her hard. Give it to her, fuck her tight pink pussy, fill her pussy with your cum. She wants your cum.We watched as my dad beat off with a pocket pussy.He took the pocket pussy off his cock and we could barley hear the prostate massager in the background.Holyyyy fuck, ahhhh mother fucker.My dad cried as he wiggled the prostate massager.We could see his cock start twitching.Then cum came shooting out of his cock, his. May I lick your pu...pussy, Ma'am." That was another of the things I was not sure I could ask in front of Charles, but the sting in my ass cheeks gave me the courage."Yes you may, Slave. Charles, please take some photos."As I moved between her legs, Janice said, "You may start with my breasts, Slave."I licked and sucked her nipples while Charles took a few photos. She tapped my shoulder to signal that I could now go lower. I kissed my way down her belly and into her slit. My first taste of. I really painted myself into a corner here. My instincts and judgement were clouded by raw fear. I was going to have to strip my clothes off. I looked up at the clock above the stove again. Six minutes left. Reluctantly, I pushed my sneakers off, then started to remove my yoga pants and t-shirt. I then pulled my bra and thong panties off and fold everything neatly in a pile on the table. Two minutes later, I was standing in the kitchen stark naked with my arm across my breasts in shame.The.