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“So how was the party?” “I had a really interesting time.” Tegan said thoughtfully. “Not exactly what I expected but certainly interesting.” “They liked you.” Simon said, waggling his finger at her as if she has somehow tricked him. He turned to the waitress as she stopped by their table and dropped off a bottle of water for them to share. “Large mocha.” “Skinny vanilla latte.” Tegan said. The waitress left. “Karen said there was a booking request.” “There is.” Simon kissing said, distractedly pouring them each a glass of water from the chilled bottle. “It’s a little unusual.” “Coming from you, that’s kind of ominous.” Presently Jennifer rounded indian the corner and Tegan gave her a polite wave, flagging her down so she came to join, taking the other set across from Simon and next couple to Tegan. “I was just telling Teeg how popular you were at last night’s party.” “Um, thanks.” Jennifer looked around. “Is it cool to talk about this out here?” “No one’s listening.” Simon assured her. “Simon was just getting to the part about our next booking.” Tegan said as the waitress returned with their coffees. “Large caramel frappe, all sex the whipped cream.” Jennifer said, then waited for the waitress to leave again. “So, what’s the story?” “Here it is: one of the guys wants to adopt you.” Jennifer and Tegan both made faces that indicated whatever Simon just said, they weren’t understanding it. “Ok, not adopt literally. I mean he wants to be like a sugar daddy, but more than that.” “Can you elaborate a little bit on that?” Tegan asked. “He wants to book you both, for a long weekend. public Take you somewhere nice out of town, like a resort. Take you shopping. Pamper you. Act like you’re his loving, caring daughters.” “And then fuck us?” “Yes. Well, maybe.” Oh, and Alisha has some cute little femboy she’s been nailing.” It was a bit of a shame really because I thought that Ryan was quite cute. His Italian kissing suit couldn't hide his strength. “It’s all good.” After a bit, the rubbing stopped, but his hand remained on my shoulder. I grab the cheesecake and we indian head inside. But my Mistress kept my handcuffs on and my cock tightly caged. “Twins,” he said. What’s up? You treat me better than my ex ever had.” She said. I stared at her body and followed her upstairs to my parents bedroom. He noticed his daughter, sex one hand on her breast tweaking her nipple and the other with 2 fingers deep inside her cunt between the slit in her crotchless panties, quickly frigging herself in and out, a look of intense lust on her face. (True Father-Daughter Incest Story) They sure didn’t want me unlocking their collar. To say that public Cindy was pissed at the entire situation would be a massive understatement. “DENICE!” Was she on birth control?" “Maybe.” I said, taking a deep inhale, feeling that sweet fire in my lungs. He could feel her energy stretching and discharging against his mouth and where his couple hands gripped her, almost feeling her voice echoing and vibrating through their sibling bond. Ishtar's inferno had grown so large, its flames rising so high, that James could barely even see the column of light that marked his mistress' spot on the floor.