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Does Daddy want to play masturbating again?" Melanie moaned, referring to my rising rod. My girls didn't get around to performing their tasks I had assigned, as I was too eager to get back inside my beloved girls. I led Melanie and Audrey to the bed where I enjoyed their bodies once again. Karen and Holly soon recovered from their real euphoria and joined us in our activities. By the time the five of us were finished that night, it was well into the next morning. We'd probably have to replace the mattress considering the mess we homemade made on it. Indeed, we all came more times than we could count and despite the door being closed, the whole house reeked of sex by the time we all collapsed in exhaustion. I spent the rest of the week at Karen's, enjoying myself with my two absent loves and my two new ones. I decided to go ahead and fuck Karen and her daughter, as they were now going to be members of my family. I wasn't ready for more children on the way so I was happy to learn that both were on birth control. Mel and Aud did a fantastic job of educating Karen and her daughter on how amateur to serve me around the home and we were all very pleased with the situation. It turns out that all four of them enjoyed being dehumanized and beaten so I was able to incorporate that into our sex play, especially when I was too spent to get off myself. I also decided to expand on treating the girls 'worse', although from their perspective, I was treating them 'better'. Where I thought Melanie was being facetious about living in a cage and eating out of dog bowls, it turns out she was being rather serious. For the duration of my stay, I had Karen go pick up some dog bowls and the four of them would masturbation eat from the bowls on hands and knees when we had dinner. They enjoyed being 'pets' and crawling around the house, only standing or walking when it was necessary. Honestly, treating someone I love like that never did sit well with me, as it hit too close to home for some of the foster homes I lived in growing up, but the girls loved it. If that's what it took to make them feel complete and whole, then who was I to tell them they couldn't have it? The plan was for the four of them to stay here together until Melanie's divorce was complete. Then all four of them would move to Illinois with the rest of us. Karen would sell her house and close her law office with the intention of getting a license in Illionis after the move. Holly was to finish out the last two years of high school being homeschooled like I was by the older women. When they got back, Melanie would try to get accredited to teach in Illionis as well. With Karen, Holly and three confirmed pregnancies, there were going to be twelve of us living in Illinois within a year. There was no way I was going to be able to provide for such a family on my own for a very long time, if ever. No, they were all going to have to pitch in if we were going to make this thing work, but they already knew that, they were just waiting for me to realize it myself. Melanie said, she would follow me anywhere, even if it meant raising our family in a cardboard box, because she believed in and loved me so. There was no doubt the others felt the same way, but reality is reality and I think they all breathed a sigh of relief when I came to the conclusion that they all needed to work. It was Friday morning and I planned on leaving later that night to head home, preferring to drive at night to avoid traffic and potential resulting traffic jams, when I was jolted from my sleep by Karen shouting for me to wake up. As I tried to get my bearings, I saw Karen standing there with terror in her eyes as she held out a manilla envelope in a trembling hand. By now, all four women had gathered around as I took the opened envelope and withdrew its contents. Inside were nearly two dozen photographs taken over the last two months. In particular were the ones of me carrying Miguel's wrapped up body out to his car and another of me driving it away. Can I measure how long it is?" she asked. "See if there is any clothes or gear that masturbating is clean enough so I can use them," I ordered. We don’t have any secrets.” Vanessa looked very smug. Help!" “Never turn away from me again” he angrily growled at her as she snapped her head back to face him, “Good”. Call it instinct or some innate sense, but I fully realise that I would also end up like your husband homemade and the marriage before, that I would not last with you and real that you are driven by an unknown need. The top of her pussy was free of hair, and her labia minora opened out like a pretty, pink flower. I knew they would be gone for several hours so I figured it would be a good time to enjoy another humping by King. I can barely contain myself. He began to lift himself off of her in readiness for her rejection. Well you got one now! Who knows, he may like masturbation the idea and want me to join you two sometime when we get back.” she said then laughed. “God Cindy, we have seen each amateur other naked a million times. Give me MORE!” The affectation had the desired effect, and the weakness she portrayed goaded her father’s power-lust. “Why?!” Joy shrieked, staring out the window. After lunch, Miranda decided to emphatically emphasize her priority in A.W.’s life by an animated kinky scene in his office, with her giving up her ass for his pleasure. You get in and then the ends of the bands are extended high into the air. “Clean those ass dildoes really well,” she said with a slight chuckle in her voice. Both girls were gone.