"My p***y is overflowing with juices for your c***s, Masters," she said. "I am your slutty daughter-slave here to serve with as much whorish pride as my mother. Please, accept me as your s*x slave and use me how you will, Masters."
"Oh, we accept," Carter said, his eyes burning hot as he stared at my daughter. "Don't we, Dad?"
"Definitely," Mr. Miller said, his mighty rod twitching before him.
I took my daughter's hand and squeezed. "Now, kneel on the ground with your face in the carpet and your ass in the air."
"Yes, Okaasan," she said and did just that. She dropped to the floor and knelt, her ass up in the air. Her hands were pressed on the ground. She was almost in Dogeza, where a person bowed with her head pressed to the ground and hands outstretched. A sign of begging for forgiven
