Zina waited near the theater entrance while I spoke with the driver. I hadn’t thought of it earlier, but seeing my daughter as a young woman spurred another thought, if I was going fetish to treat her as a woman, not my child, we should toast her birthday. I slipped the driver enough cash to buy a bottle of Champaign to have Bondage in the car when we returned from the show. My thoughts were not salacious, but another acknowledgment to her coming of age. At least that is the justification I offered myself. We were early, my daughter had time to wander the lobby and view the magnificent architecture of the Majestic. BDSM As she stood before a display of masks and props for the show I went to the concession and got two goblets of wine. When I handed her one, she flustered quickly, glanced around then said “Wine? Really? What if someone sees?” I smiled down on her, “Don’t worry about it, tonight you look a lot more mature than eighteen, no one is going to question you having a drink. You have had wine before, haven’t you?” I was pretty sure her mother let her sip wine at home once in a while. Zina blushed slightly and admitted, “Yeah, mom and me sit at the fireplace at night sometimes and drink wine. That’s when we have our best mom and daughter conversations.” She looked up sharply, “But not on school nights.” As an afterthought she added, “I look more mature?” “Full grown. Right now, Zina, you could decorate the arm of any man in this theater and no one would suspect you are less than twenty-one.” She gave me a delightful smile then leaned to me, kissed my cheek and said so no one else could hear, “You are the only man I want to decorate tonight; I love you dad.” Her whisper soft breath on my ear sent another involuntary blowjob shiver through my nuts. Zina stepped back then giggled lightly, “Oops, sorry,” then wiped a smear of domination red gloss off my cheek with her finger. She sat captivated during the first half of the show. That night, as Frank and his mother finished putting away the dishes and wiping down the counters, Frank decided to bring Bondage up his idea for a home. I act innocent, as if I am not noticing, he massages and pats my thighs and neck….so far he didn’t touch my boobs. The membrane defended her purity for a moment longer. He took us to the back of the coach, it was stacked with suitcases and bags of mail from the train but he found us a little alcove that let us basically lean on the bags with a rail to hang on to and one air vent to keep us cool. It was 4 o’clock on a Sunday and the pub was deserted, the lunchtime drinkers had all gone home to stuff their faces and then fall asleep full of beer and Sunday roast. It wasn’t something I willfully practiced or anything, but I could literally slide objects into my throat without choking on them. She held it up to the light as a teardrop BDSM of his spend dripped from it onto the floor. She pushed Michael off her and got off Ashley’s face. They both said yes Daddy, and I smiled. The doctor domination hissed as the first council regained his seat. I took blowjob the hose pipe over to the sun lounger and lay down then I gently eased the end of the hose pipe into my hole. Sandy crawled in and lay down; she was asleep before the lid closed. It is completely unlike the sensation of a penis entering my vagina. Then she dropped a bomb shell, She let out a grunt, and I watched her eyes close. ***********************End of Chapter 2*********************** Chris looked on as each girl was wearing a nightie... except for Alexis. Come on! For this purpose it injected the Dragonfly's boss anus with numerous aphrodisiacs which made the woman feel better for her situation. I was awakened by fetish someone knocking on the front door. Goo-gle?” Sonja asked. The tent formed in the front of my pants was obvious. "Well?" He proved the legend about Black guys right. I said as I threatened mom with a finger high.