“It does, Mom,” I said, that urge to blurt out my orders rising in me. It was so hard to resist. Georgia glanced at me, arching an eyebrow. She knew I could do things. Then she sighed and said, asian “Uncle... eh... Dad, can I ask a question?” “No,” he said. “You can eat your breakfast, young lady.” “Yes, Daddy,” she said, sighing. She japanese gave me another look, eyes wide, her head jerking forward towards me. I shook my head and snagged a piece of French toast. I drizzled it with maple syrup. It was so hard to eat breakfast as my parents made inane chatter, talking about running errands today. My stomach twisted and writhed. My pussy itched to find out the truth, a wet heat building and building in me. But I denied it. I had to. I was the slave. I had to remember that. This was what I wanted. I had to avoid the temptation of giving into the impulse to satiate my own desires. My desires were whatever Daddy and Mommy told me they were. I had to surrender to their will. It made my pussy hotter and hotter. The more I resisted temptation, the more I denied myself, the more like a slave I felt. A slut-slave to my parents. My cunt felt so hot, my vulva puffy. I squirmed on my chair, a growing puddle of my spicy juices forming beneath me, filling the air with my excitement. Finally, Daddy MILF pushed away the plate, glancing at me. He held his mug of coffee—something he needed every morning—and nodded to me. “It's nice to see you practicing self control like a proper young lady.” “Thank you, Daddy,” I said, my back straightening. “So you're probably wondering how Georgia is my daughter.” I nodded my head. Georgia let out a groan beside me. “I met your mother through the small BDSM community on our college. Wayne was the president of our university's chapter. It was an underground club, only about a dozen members. Your mother was already so into it when I met her, Bess. And she had convinced her sister to give it a try. The first time I bound up slut and whipped her ass...” My Daddy stared at Mom, such a look of love in his eyes. “Well, she was beautiful. "Ha! Perhaps I overdid it… Ever since my first time in the barn with one of my japanese brothers, I knew I couldn’t live without a hard cock in my pussy every day. “I put it behind my ears,” Boris explained. Beelma grunted at this. My Mom and Dad were walking up to me. I hoped she was as I rolled onto my back while Tonya moved down between my thighs to eat out my molten pussy. “UMEKO!” Cindy looked at Ms Martin and down to her cunt. She worked, and grunted until my entire cock was fed into her tight little pussy. “Are you ready my dear?”, I asked, knowing the answer. Beth gasped as the pain shot through her body but kept licking. “Are you sure this is everything? Every asian now and then her tongue would pick a small piece of shit and she had to do everything she could not to vomit as MILF it hit her taste buds.