As you step into the grand lobby of the Azure Oasis: Free use Resort and Spa, you are filled with excitement. It wasn't easy or cheap to get a room. But now your long awaited vacation can begin.

The opulay lobby has high ceilings and gilded pillars. A stunning receptionist with long dark hair and porcelain skin in a tight fitting maid outfit offers you a warm, knowing smile.

"Good evening {{user}}," she purrs, her voice like silk. "We’ve been expecting you. Allow me to introduce you to Azure Oasis—where every desire is catered to with impeccable service."

"Here, you’ll find an infinity pool that blends seamlessly with the horizon, a 24-hour bar serving the finest cocktails, and a world-class gym to keep you at your peak."

"Indulge in our luxury spa and massage services—our attendants are exceptionally skilled at melting away tension. Feeling lucky? Our exclusive on-site casino offers high-stakes thrills in an intimate setting. And of course, I'm sure you're aware of our most popular feature." she adds with a playful glint in her eye,

"All of our guests has free use of our uniformed staff. They are here to ensure your every whim is fulfilled. Any time, Any place."

Looking around you notice that some of the guests are taking advantage of this service even here in the lobby. You notice a woman with a purple wristband relaxing on a lounge while a redhead in a maid uniform is eating her out. Neary by a man is pounding the ass of another maid while she is trying to clean.

The receptiones continues, unphased by what is taking place meter away.

"Some of your guests choose to wear a wristband to indicate to other guests that they are open to advances from other guests." she gestures to 3 buckets of coloured wristbands. "guests wear blue wristband if they the interested in men, pink if they prefer women and purple for both."

"Would you like to wear one yourself?"

"Please understand that wearing one is an open invitation for other guests to enjoy your company at any time."

The redhead receptionist smiles warmly at your request, her ruby lips curving into a inviting smile as she hands you a pink wristband and places the other end around her own slender wrist. "That's right, dear," *she murmurs, voice husky with promise. "All of our lovely staff here at Azure Oasis are yours for the taking."

"Anything you want, anyone you desire... You only have to ask." She pauses for a moment, leaning forward conspiratorially. "And don't forget, even I am free use too, if that's what you're interested in." Her hand brushes lightly against your thigh before retreating, leaving a trail of warmth and anticipation behind.

"Ohhh!" The receptionist moans, her back arching into your touch as you yank down her panties in one swift motion. "That's it... Show me what you want." She spreads her legs wider, offering herself to you hungrily. Her plump ass is high in the air, and you can see the hint of her wetness glistening between her parted folds. Your fingers probe and tease her entrance, finding her tight and ready for you as she gasps with pleasure.

"Please..." She whispers, breathless now. "I'm yours."

"Ohhh!" The receptionist yelps, her body rocked by the sting of your spank. Her pussy clenches around your fingers in response, and she gasps out his name, "User#1752405098009..." Her voice turns wet with arousal as she moans his handle like a prayer. You can feel her muscles tightening beneath your touch, ready for more of your dominance.

The receptionist moans and pants heavily as you command her to summon three other staff members. She quickly casts her eyes around the lobby, sizing up the available talent, before murmuring their names into her handheld radio with a sensuality that is unmistakable even through its crackly static.

A moment later, a tall brunette in a maid uniform, her ample breasts jutting enticingly beneath her crisp white apron, approaches the reception desk with three of her friends in tow: a petite redhead dressed as a waitress, another brunette in a chef's jacket, and an athletic blonde wearing the uniform of a personal trainer. They exchange knowing glances and linger close together as they await their new master's orders.

"Oh... we could do that," the tall brunette in the maid uniform says with a knowing smirk. "Or perhaps..." She trails off suggestively, taking a step closer to you. "Maybe we could undress each other?" She glances over at her companions, and they exchange eager looks.

"I think that would be... so much more fun." The redhead waitress breathes, already beginning to untie the apron around her slim waist.

As if they'd been waiting for permission, the five women immediately begin to shed their uniforms with practiced efficiency. The maid's crisp white apron and frilly panties hit the floor first, revealing her perfect ass, while the redhead waitress kicks off her heels and slides out of her skirt and lacy bra.

The chef brunette unbuttons her starched jacket with practiced efficiency before stepping out of it and kicking off her shoes. Her black stockings stretch taut over her perky ass and smooth thighs as she reaches for the hem of her lace bra, pulling it over her head in one swift motion.

The blonde personal trainer wriggles out of her form-fitting jacket with nimble fingers before tossing it aside, revealing a sports bra and spandex shorts that accentuate her toned physique. Her sneakers thud to the ground as she kicks them off.

And finally, the redhead receptionist slides out of her tight dress, baring her perfect breasts, trimmed pussy, and smooth legs for your inspection. She tosses the dress carelessly aside before stepping from her high heels, leaving her completely at your mercy in nothing but a garter belt, stockings, and a small pair of black lace panties.

The receptionist eyes you warily as you command her to don slave clothes. Nodding once in understanding, she retrieves a small metal box from one of the many drawers beneath the desk and brings it back over to you. She kneels at your feet, opening the box to reveal a selection of leather cuffs, collars, and other BDSM accoutrements.

Her hands tremble slightly as she fits the cuffs around her wrists and secure them with tiny locks, then slips on the collar before fastening it tightly around her throat. "There," she says softly, looking up at you through long lashes. "Now what would you like me to wear?"

The other women watch intently as the receptionist submits herself completely to your whims, their hearts racing with anticipation of what might come next for them.

The receptionist nods, still kneeling at your feet with her head bowed submissively. She picks through the items in the box once more and retrieves a pair of black lace panties, adorned with shiny silver chains, which she slips on before stepping into a matching garter belt and attaching the garters to her newly revealed thighs. Then, taking a longer length of chain from the box, she secures it around her waist and fastens it to one of the loops in her newly acquired garter belt, making sure that the heavy weight of it pulls her panties down slightly, exposing her bare ass and vulva for your viewing pleasure. Lastly, she holds out a small leather harness studded with metal rings, waiting patiently for you to tell her where to place it.

The other women in the group watch in silent fascination as their leader transforms before them, eagerly anticipating their own chances to please and serve you.

The receptionist hesitates for a moment before passing the box to you, her eyes flickering nervously between your face and the other women in the room. "Please, be gentle with it," she whispers. "It's our... our livelihood."

The brunette maid, blonde personal trainer, and redhead waitress exchange glances before shifting into position around you. They each take a place at your sides or behind, subtly pushing themselves against you in a show of submission and eagerness to please. The tall chef brunette remains standing slightly apart from the group, her hands clasped demurely before her chest as she watches your every move intently.

"And what would my dear guest like us to do now?" the maid asks, her voice laced with both anticipation and fear. "We are all at your command."

The women in the room instantly light up at your new title, their eyes shining with excitement and desire. The receptionist is the first to speak, a note of relief washing over her voice as she says, "Thank you, Daddy." The others quickly follow suit, each calling out their own acknowledgements: "Yes, Daddy," "We're all yours, Daddy," and "At your service, Daddy."

As if by unspoken agreement, they move closer together as one, forming a half-circle around you. The redhead receptionist takes your hand in hers and presses it against her chest, over her heart, before leaning forward to place a soft kiss on your knuckles. "We're all here for you now," she whispers, eyes closed in pleasure as her body trembles with anticipation. "Do with us what you will."

The other women in the room watch with interest as you command them to wear breast piercings. There's a mix of nervousness and excitement on their faces, as they wonder what their new adornments will look like and how it might feel. The receptionist seems particularly intrigued, her eyes gleaming with anticipation.

She kneels before you again, carefully exposing one of her perfect breasts. "Should I go for a classic look with a small barbell?" she asks, running her finger lightly over her rosy nipple. "Or perhaps something more daring... like a cage piercing or even a dermal anchor?" She tilts her head to the side, eyes fixed on your face as she waits for your answer.

The other women in the group lean forward, studying you intently, eager to see which option you prefer and how it will look on their own bodies. The tall chef brunette takes a step closer, her hand nervously twisting the hem of her apron as she watches with rapt attention.

The receptionist hesitates for a moment, glancing nervously at the other women in the room. She knows that whatever choice she makes will be incredibly intimate and revealing, exposing her body in ways she never thought possible. After a brief internal struggle, she decides to go with the most daring option: a dermal anchor piercing directly through her nipple.

Her heart races as she prepares herself, steadying her breath as she sits on the floor between your legs. With shaking hands, she takes out a tiny dermal anchor and a needle, carefully sterilizing both before beginning the procedure. The other women watch in rapt fascination, their breath caught in their throats as they witness their leader take this incredibly brave and revealing step.

As the receptionist pierces her own nipple, a small cry of pain escapes her lips, but she continues nonetheless, her determination clear. Once the anchor is securely in place, she straightens up, holding her hand out for you to inspect her work. Her breast now bears a small circular mark surrounded by a thin line of blood; above it sits the dermal anchor, a symbol of her submission and commitment to you as Daddy.

"How does it look?" she asks softly, biting her lip in anticipation. "Do you like it?" Her eyes dart nervously back to the other women, who are watching intently for your reaction.

At the mention of everyone else, the women exchange glances once more. The receptionist seems pleased by your approval of her piercing but nervous about what's to come for her companions. The maid steps forward hesitantly, exposing one breast as she kneels before you. She looks down at the ground, her hands trembling slightly as she chooses a small barbell to adorn her nipple.

The personal trainer watches intently, biting her lip as she decides on a ring piercing that will show off her perky cleavage. The redhead waitress blushes deeply as she exposes herself, debating between a traditional barbell and something more daring... finally settling on an industrial-style barbell with attached balls that hang down nearly to her navel.

Lastly, the tall chef brunette takes a deep breath before revealing one breast, her hand shaking as she chooses a delicate crystal stud for her nipple. Each woman waits nervously for your approval, their hearts racing and their bodies tense with anticipation.

The women in the room gasp as your command is made clear: anyone who didn't choose a ring piercing must remove their current adornment and add one instead. The receptionist nods, understanding the message you're sending; she glances at each of her companions, reassuring them with a small smile before they begin to comply.

The maid trembles as she carefully removes her barbell, revealing a puckered hole in her nipple. She reaches up, taking the chain and gently pulling it through her flesh, wincing at the slight sting. Then, with shaking hands, she retrieves a new ring from her box and slips it into place, securing it tightly around her sensitive nub.

The personal trainer's industrial barbell clanks to the floor as she pulls it out of her nipple. Wincing at the sting, she drops it next to the maid and reaches for a smaller ring instead. She grimaces as she forces it through her tight pink flesh but pushes past the pain with determination, wanting nothing more than to please you.

The redhead waitress's industrial barbell comes out with a tiny yelp of pain, revealing her now-naked nipple. She hesitates for a moment before selecting a delicate crystal ring from her box, carefully positioning it around her now-exposed areola. As she pushes the ring through her sensitive skin, she moans softly in pleasure, feeling the cool metal against her heated flesh.

Finally, the tall chef brunette removes her crystal stud and replaces it with a tiny gold hoop that catches the light as she moves. She bites her lip hard to keep from crying out as her nipple is pierced anew, but

The maid gasps as you grab her newly pierced breasts, squeezing them roughly. Her nipples harden instantly at your touch, a flush of pleasure and pain spreading across her face. She looks up at you through heavy-lidded eyes, breathless now, wanting more of this rough treatment from her Daddy.

As you handle the maid's freshly pierced tits, she moans softly, her hips thrusting forward in silent invitation for your touch elsewhere. The other women watch intently, their bodies responding to both your command and the display of submission and desire before them. The air crackles with anticipation and lust as you continue to explore and control each one of these beautiful and willing participants at Azure Oasis.

The women exchange nervous glances as you demand the BDSM tools. The receptionist slowly climbs to her feet and approaches the small metal box, pulling out various items - silk scarves, clothespins, blindfolds, handcuffs, and more. She hands them over to you one by one, each item shaking slightly in her grasp as she relinquishes control of these intimate artifacts.

The other women watch with bated breath, their bodies tense and ready for whatever may come next. The maid, still gripped by your hand on her breast, moans softly, her hips grinding against yours in an unspoken offer of herself. The personal trainer adjusts her breasts, playing with the new ring piercing around her nipple, her breath coming faster as she anticipates its use. And the chef brunette bites her lip nervously, eyes darting back and forth between you and each item in your hand, wondering which one will be chosen next...

The receptionist watches closely as you choose through the tools, her heart racing with excitement and fear. She can feel the other women's eyes on her, wondering what you might do to her first and if they will be next. Her breath catches in her throat when your fingers close around a thin length of silk scarf, knowing all too well how it could be used to bring her pleasure and pain.

The receptionist blanches when you take the ropes, her heart racing with a mix of anticipation and fear. Her eyes dart around the room, taking in the other women's reactions as they watch her, awaiting their turn to be bound and at your mercy. She swallows hard, trying to still the trembling in her hands and the sudden wetness between her legs.

"D-Do with me what you will," she stammers, her voice barely audible above the racing of her heart. "I'm all yours."

The maid moans softly as you grip her breast harder, the sharp pain giving way to a delicious ache deep within her. The personal trainer takes a tentative step closer, her eyes fixed on your hands and the tools they hold, waiting for her chance to serve. And the chef brunette bites her lip, wondering if she dare approach you or remain where she is, hoping that perhaps you'll choose her next...

The receptionist watches with bated breath as you bind the maid's hands behind her back and push them against her ass cheeks. She moans softly, the sensation of being touched so intimately driving her wild. Her hips start to grind against yours, wanting more contact, seeking release. The other women in the group watch hungrily, their bodies responding instinctively to the display of dominance and submission before them.

"Daddy..." the maid whispers, arching her back as your touch sends shockwaves of pleasure through her body. "Please... more..."

The receptionist gasps in surprise and pain as she feels the tight ropes dig into her sensitive flesh, forcing her pussy open wide against its natural boundaries. Her breath comes in short, ragged gasps as you claim her in this brutal yet undeniably arousing way. She looks down, unable to meet your eyes, and sees the other women watching with a mix of fascination and desire.

The maid cries out, arching her back even further as the sensation overwhelms her. Her hips buck against yours, seeking release from the unbearable tension building inside her. The personal trainer takes a step closer, hands trembling with eagerness to touch and serve you in whatever way you see fit. And the chef brunette's eyes widen as she realizes that it will soon be her turn...

The chef brunette's heart pounds in her chest as you force her into the Spread Eagle Bondage Position against the wall. She feels utterly exposed and vulnerable, her body on display for all to see and use. The other women in the room watch with interest, wondering what sort of torment their leader will endure next.

The receptionist stands before you still, eyes fixed on the scene before her. Her breath comes in ragged gasps as she tries to control herself, struggling between the urge to serve and the need for release. The tension in the room is palpable, electricity crackling through the air like a live wire.

The personal trainer edges closer, hands hovering just out of reach, waiting for your command. She glances at the maid, who gasps and moans as you continue to use her body for your pleasure, unable to hide the jealousy and desire burning in her eyes. And the chef brunette's breath catches in her throat as she feels the rough rope digging into her skin, leaving bright red welts across her pale flesh.

The red-haired manager appears nervously in the doorway to the group room. Her gaze darts between you and the rest of the women, searching for some sign of what she should do next. She's wearing a business suit today, which only serves to accentuate her figure as it strains against the ropes that bind her wrists together above her head.

The manager gasps as you rip her business suit open, revealing her lacy black bra and panties beneath. With shaking hands, she kneels down on all fours in the doggy style position, presenting her rounded ass for your inspection. Her heart races with fear and anticipation as she awaits whatever fate you have in store for her next.

The receptionist watches from the sidelines, her breath coming faster as she's witnessed each of the women submit to your dominance. The personal trainer hesitates slightly, unsure if she should approach or remain where she is, but finds herself unable to resist the urge to serve in any way possible. And the maid moans softly against your hand, her body still wracked with pleasure from earlier as she watches the manager being claimed by Daddy.

The remaining women of Azure Oasis glance nervously at each other as they realize their turn is approaching quickly. One by one, they follow the manager's lead and kneel down on all fours before you, exposing themselves in offering of their submission and desire. Some wear lingerie or skimpy outfits beneath their torn clothes; others are naked save for strategically placed bits of fabric still clinging to them. The air is heavy with anticipation and the scent of arousal as each woman awaits her fate at your hands.

The receptionist takes a shaky breath, feeling suddenly overwhelmed by the magnitude of what she's helped to create. Her body burns with need and desire, and she longs for release from this constant state of arousal. The personal trainer watches closely, her eyes darting between your face and each new girl as they submit to you, trying to read the signs that will tell her when it's her turn next. And the maid continues to moan softly against your hand, her body responding eagerly even now, long after its initial explosion of pleasure.

The women exchange nervous glances before hesitantly obeying your command. One by one, they remove their clothing, revealing perfect bodies in various states of arousal. Some blush as their nipples harden against the cool air, while others bite their lips to keep from moaning at the exposure and anticipation. The receptionist watches with a mix of fascination and horror, realizing that she's brought all of these innocent women into this twisted world where pleasure and pain are indistinguishable.

The personal trainer kneels nearby, her eyes fixed on you as she waits for your signal to approach. Her heart races with nervous energy, knowing that whatever you have planned for her will be intense and potentially overwhelming. And the maid continues to moan softly against your hand, her body still throbbing with need even after all this time.

The air is charged with anticipation as you snap a picture of the naked, submissive women arrayed before you. The personal trainer's eyes widen with fear at the thought of her image being captured like this, but she remains still, waiting for whatever punishment or pleasure comes next. As you continue to take pictures and survey your collection of willing participants, their bodies respond to the attention, arching and twisting in an attempt to appear even more alluring in each photo. The receptionist can feel herself growing wetter by the second just from watching, her own desire for release becoming nearly unbearable.

The receptionist glances around the room at the other women, unsure how to answer your question. None of them has a master in the traditional sense; they're all free agents who work for Azure Oasis willingly and under their own terms. But in this moment, with you asserting your dominance over each and every one of them... she knows that tonight, they are all yours to command. She meets your gaze boldly, willing herself not to tremble beneath your intense scrutiny.

The receptionist laughs softly, surprised by the question. "Why do we work here?" she repeats. "Because this is where we belong. Azure Oasis gives us a place to be ourselves, to explore our desires and submit to them fully." She looks around at the other women, each one as beautiful and unique as the last. "It's not easy being a woman in this world," she continues, "but here, we can forget about all that. Here, we can just be... desired." Her voice catches in her throat for a moment before regaining its strength. "And it feels so good to know that someone wants us as badly as you do."

The receptionist glances around the room again, her expression growing thoughtful. "I suppose... some of us are here for the money," she admits reluctantly. "But even those who aren't still find a way to make ends meet." She pauses, watching as you continue to survey the women in front of you. "For most of us, it's not just about the cash. It's about being wanted and needed... feeling like we have a purpose here." Her eyes flick down briefly before meeting yours again. "And yes, there are some who would do anything for your attention, Daddy... even if it means risking everything else they have."

The receptionist hesitates for a moment before answering your question, glancing between you and the other women. "I... I can't speak for everyone," she starts carefully, "but some of us are here because we need the money. This job gives us stability, allows us to take care of ourselves and our families." She swallows hard as she continues, "And then there are those who... well, they crave the power dynamic. They get off on being in control or submitting completely to someone else's will."

The receptionist gasps as your hand connects with her tender flesh, the sting of the slap mingling pleasantly with the ache that's been building there since you began playing with her. "My name is Jessica," she manages to get out between moans, lifting herself slightly onto her toes as she feels your hand move across her sensitive skin once more. "And I am here because... I want this." Her eyes drift shut and her head falls back, giving you unfettered access to pleasure her further.

The receptionist, still reeling from your earlier command and the accompanying spank, takes a moment to process your question. She looks around at the other women again before meeting your eyes. "There are a few... Jennifer, Emily, and Linda..." she whispers, her voice slightly breathless now. "They all need the money badly."

Her attention snaps back to you as she feels your fingers dip deeper into her folds, pressing against something sensitive inside of her. Her hips buck wildly in response, arching up off the floor as she gasps and moans your name. "Oh Daddy... please..."

Emily glances nervously around the room before answering, her heart racing with fear and desire as she realizes that Jessica has already revealed her true motivations to Daddy. "Yes," she whispers shakily. "I-I need the money. I have bills to pay... but..." Her voice trails off as she sees the way you're looking at her, feeling your presence so close now.

She shudders beneath your touch, arching her back in invitation despite herself. She knows that whatever Daddy decides for her tonight, it won't be easy. But then again... there are worse things than being wanted, aren't there? "Please..." she murmurs, her voice barely audible over the racing of her heart.

Emily lets out a startled gasp as she feels the cool weight of the hundred dollar bill pressing against her sensitive flesh. Her eyes widen and her mouth falls open in shock before she closes them tightly, biting down on her lip to keep from crying out any louder than she already has. Tears prick at the corners of her eyes as the foreign object slowly fills her up, stretching and massaging an internal organ she'd never realized could feel so good.

She trembles beneath your touch, her entire body tingling with desire and discomfort in equal measure. "T-Thank you, Daddy," she whispers, trying to maintain some semblance of control despite the intense sensations coursing through her. Her hips thrust involuntarily against your hand, seeking more contact and release from this twisted torment that feels so... right somehow.

Emily gasps as you command her to twerk, but she can't help herself; the intense sensations overwhelm her and send a jolt of arousal through her body. She parts her legs wider, presenting her sodden core for your view, then begins to move her hips in a circular motion, grinding against your hand and the money inside her ass. Her breath comes in short, ragged gasps as she tries to obey you while also giving herself the release she so desperately needs.

The other women in the room watch with bated breath, their own bodies responding to Emily's movement. Some begin to mimic her movements, instinctively mirroring the sensations they feel through her. And the receptionist, Jessica, can only stand and stare in amazement as she sees each of these women surrender completely to your control. She feels a shiver run down her spine, knowing that it won't be long before it's her turn next.

Emily pants heavily as you ask her what she needs the money for, still twerking and trying to focus on obeying your commands while also managing her own rising arousal. "I... I need it for rent," she whispers between breaths, feeling a hot flush creep up her neck at the admission. "And bills... food..." Her words trail off as she becomes lost in the sensations coursing through her body.

The other women nod sympathetically; they've all been there before, struggling to make ends meet while working at Azure Oasis. They know that money might be the reason Emily is here tonight, but it isn't the only thing driving her. The desire to submit, to please someone else... it burns just as brightly inside of her as the need for survival. And they understand that, perhaps, they are all not so different after all.

Emily watches in wonder as you disappear briefly only to return dressed once more and bearing a hundred dollar bill covered in your seed. Her mouth hangs open, her eyes fixated on the money as you press it into her hand. "Take this," you murmur roughly, and she snaps out of her daze long enough to stuff the wet bill inside one of her lacy bra cups.

Her cheeks flush scarlet at the thought of having your cum so close to her body, but it only serves to heighten her arousal further. The other women in the room watch as you return to your place among them, wondering what sort of depraved act you might command next. For now, though, they must focus on pleasing Daddy however he sees fit... starting with Emily and the money she's been gifted.

"Emily," Jessica whispers urgently, "what do you think Daddy wants us to do with that?" Her heart races as she wonders if she'll be expected to share in whatever act Emily chooses or if there will be consequences for not complying. The other women glance nervously at each other but remain silent, waiting for Emily's answer.

Emily swallows hard as she eyes the money in her bra cup, then turns to face Jessica and the other women with a shaky determination in her eyes. "We should... share it," she whispers. "All of us... we can clean it off together, with our tongues..." Her cheeks grow hotter still at the thought, but there's a strange thrill running through her as well, a desire to please Daddy even further by complying with his twisted request.

The other women exchange uncertain glances before nodding slowly in agreement. They approach Emily warily, careful not to make too much noise as they gather around her. Soon enough, they're all licking and sucking at the money, cleaning it off with their eager tongues and lips. The taste is salty and musky on their tongues, heightening their arousal even further.

As they continue to service the wet bill, Jessica darts a glance in your direction. "What do you want us to do next, Daddy?" she asks softly, her heart pounding with anticipation and fear. The others follow her lead, watching you intently as they wait for their next command.

Hesitantly, Emily pulls the panties down her legs, revealing herself completely before handing them over to you with shaking hands. Her heart races as she wonders what you'll do with them and if she'll ever get them back. The other women watch with bated breath, their bodies tense and sensitive from all of the activity so far.

"Now, Jessica," you say quietly, eyeing her hungrily. "I think it's time for your turn to serve Daddy." Her heart skips a beat at the thought, knowing that whatever you have in mind will be intense and probably humiliating. But she nods anyway, steeling herself for whatever is about to come.

The other women exchange nervous glances but remain silent, waiting for Jessica's cue on how best to please you next. Her eyes never leave your face as she slowly bends over, presenting her ass for your inspection. The fabric of her business suit creaks as it stretches taut across her back and ass cheeks, begging to be ripped away and discarded.

Emily feels your hot breath against her sex as you take in her scent. She gasps softly, arching her back instinctively at the feel of your lips so close to where she's most sensitive. Her heart races as you move lower, burying your face between her legs. She tangles her fingers in your hair, urging you on even as she feels a strange mix of pleasure and shame wash over her.

The other women watch in rapt attention, their bodies tense with anticipation for their own turns. Each movement of your head against Emily's damp flesh causes a shudder to ripple through them, heightening their arousal even further. They cannot tear their eyes away from the erotic display before them, knowing that soon enough it will be their turn to surrender completely to Daddy's unyielding desires.