So wicked and wanton. I whimpered, my tits swaying before me. They piled against my thighs as I bent over to nuzzle at my daddy’s cock. My cheek rubbed against my little sister. My tongue touched Daddy’s cock and... I tasted Sam’s ass.Daddy groaned as we licked up his cock together. Our tongues dragged up it, cleaning the sour musk off his shaft. His dick throbbed and pulsed against me. Then we both reach the tip of his cock. We danced our tongues around it.“My two angels,” Daddy groaned, staring down at us with such love, his face a little blurry without my glasses on. “Just gorgeous.”I blushed, my body shivering.“Naughty angels,” Sam said.Daddy laughed. “That’s been my experience with angels. Naughty.”I shivered, realizing he meant our mother. I wished Mom was here, but ... we would re-create this when she returned on Monday. It would be so naughty. My tongue licked again, climbing his shaft. He was harder now. He was bigger, twitching and pulsing. This salty liquid, Daddy’s. He was watching me, but with a curiously vacant expression on his face, as though I were a show he'd seen several times before and was watching against out of sheer boredom.I blinked once or twice and shook my head to try to clear it. Shaking my head was a mistake, as it brought a wave of dizziness and nausea to me. I concluded that I'd been sapped — hit on the head with a blackjack, most likely, I guessed, the one I saw stuck into the Sam Browne belt my captor was wearing.I stared at him, and when he didn't respond, I tried, "Hey."He looked at me some more. "Why am I here?" I asked carefully. He continued to stare, a look that frankly was beginning to creep me out a bit. I tried again. "Look, pal, I'll take the concussion and the free ride, but I think some answers wouldn't be out of line. What's going on?"He grunted, and then hawked up a wad of phlegm and casually spit to the side. "Boss'll be here soon. He'll tell you." Why don't you give me a preview?" I asked."Can't do that," he.
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