I think it was the angle, him leaning over me, that caused the strokes to land more towards the bottom of my ass, and tops of thighs, but man, oh man,... did it hurt! After several more strokes, he ordered me to get on all fours again. Out of his desk drawer came the screwdriver he uses to fix small things around the office. He unscrewed the handle from the long metal tip. We had talked about this the previous day as well, but I was still nervous, as he had decided that lube would not be. As this was going on, I noticed the mum had slipped her top off, pulled both her tits out of her bra and looked to be attempting to feed the baby! Meanwhile the dad grabbed the friends legs, pulling her down the bean bag, got down and started fucking her, this was no gentle love making, he was ramming it up her pussy, with his hand round her kneck and was sucking hard on her nipples. As he fucked, he turned to his wife and said something, to which she got up and laid the baby on a blanket on. "Oh, yes," I gasped, already on my knees flicking my tongue over my daughter's strap-on trying to lap up all of my cum."That's 'Yes, Mistress Kaylee'," my daughter said commandingly, "You must always remember daddy that I'm your mistress and your my bitch and you have to beg to be allowed to suck me." Honey..." I started to say but saw the look in her eyes."Do you want another spanking, bitch?" she said angrily, "Now, beg for it. Beg like the cock hungry slut you are, daddy." Please, Mistress. What am I saying I still love her? I don’t know how she feels but I assume she does feel the same way. I love her and I can’t have her. It is killing me a little more every day. People say it will fade and I know it will but I also know that when I turn 50 or 60 if I was to see her I would crumble. I would fall as madly in love as I am right now. I love you. We were just friends. Our kids plaid together and we would sit outside with all the neighbors for hours on end just having fun drinking.