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I woke briefly when my wife’s alarm went off. She was, as expected, well rested and feeling great. After a quick glance confirmed that Ashley had dutifully returned her collar to my nightstand I once again drifted off, resigning myself to enjoying a couple more hours of sleep. Later, after my morning trip to the bathroom, I wandered downstairs and into the family room. Chani was already up and watching Saturday morning cartoons. Flopping down in my easy-chair Chani muttered a “Mornin Daddy” without turning away. Daddy? There it was again. Whatever had gotten into Chani last night was still in full swing. Her behavior was so odd, what could be causing it...? Even as the question emerged in my thoughts the answer came in the form of my own words echoing back at me, You will always be my little girl. Was that it? Did she take my hypnotic suggestion too literally? That was always a possibility with hypnosis, and I’d see it before, clients who fail to grasp the metaphor and interpret post-hypnotic suggestion literally. I had told Chani that when she was india stressed, she could remember that she would always be my little girl. She was under a lot of stress, and she was doing exactly what I had told her; becoming my little girl again. While it was unfortunate that this happened, it would not be difficult to remedy. I would simply put Chani back into trance and remove that suggestion. With such a simple solution in mind, my thoughts returned to the present moment. “Good morning sweetheart.” I finally replied looking down at my daughter who was currently lying on her stomach with her chin in her hands and her feet in the air, wiggling them around as she held them up behind her with her knees spread wide. It Brunette was then that I black noticed what she was wearing, just an anal old t-shirt and a pair of panties. That in and of itself is not entirely uncommon, but what was unusual was that the t-shirt was way too small and the panties were likewise. Worn and obviously old I suspected that Chani had found them buried deep in her closet. In fact, the leg holes seemed to almost cut into her skin, and the fabric was stretched so tight across her ass cheeks that it was nearly transparent. And what a pair of cheeks they were. I found myself staring at the wondrous round globes. I followed the leg line down past her ass and into her crotch, and when my eyes fell upon the outline of her pussy mound, I choked. The panties were so small that her pubic hair was spilling out of both sides. I had not seen that much of my daughter in many, many years, and the last time she certainly didn’t have the body of a fit and curvaceous woman. He knew that this meant she was also wearing the blue "toy" skirt (her words), a long, azure number india that came down to her calves, but with a long slit down one side that revealed a hint of shapely, tanned thighs, and the anal tantalizing hint of what he thought was a Dragon tattoo, winding it's way up her thigh toward her stomach. “Fuck those things are great,” I said with a smile. I nod, giving her my consent and my ass. Was Melanie currently under the control of her hormones? I had to go. She stood up and took the coke. Unnggh.. They’d said their goodbyes. His other hand reached down and pinched one of her nipples. I'm suspended for standing up for my rights. Staring blankly at the ceiling with my arms crossed behind my head. Janis and Sandra both working hard to prove their love and loyalty to him out of love. After few minutes she again had a massive orgasm as her whole body shook. So hungry for my cum spilling into her pussy. More dearly than I cared to think, for I feared the vampire had gotten off easy compared to what Elena Straltaira would endure. She was wearing no underwear. I let the green man do black most of the haggling. Being surprised by an attack from behind is a particular danger. “To join this select society, the initiation involves the candidate being fucked by three different dogs, and the proof of that being sent to the person who controls the group,” Misty replied. “Oh, no,” she purred. I'm already lubed Brunette up.... Uhnnnn!"