at first he was going to take it right there on the stool, but then decided that it was necessary to do it in a public place. This will add spice, and I, as long as we go to a cafe or a supermarket, can enjoy my little slave.

Thank God that public sex with slaves has been allowed for more than a hundred years. I saw footage of old newsreels, I saw how people were happy with tears in their eyes, I watched what orgies the slave owners then organized with their slaves in the squares. Oh, that was wonderful. Since then, of course, the feeling of novelty has been dulled, but the article “rape” has not been returned to the criminal code. In such crimes, there is simply no need - why hunt girls in parks and on the streets, if you can just choose any schoolgirl you like during the summer holidays?

But, as if trying to compensate for the abolition of the article "rape", then the punishment for harassment and harassment was sharply tightened. I was lucky that Nastya was a kind girl and did not turn me in to the police for my indiscreet hints and looks at her, although, in an amicable way, it was time to do it long ago. The slightest patting or even just a lustful glance towards a free girl could lead to a prison and a career crash. For such strict moral norms usually slave girls suffered - the owners drove all the accumulated lust, all anger and envy.

And now my daughter, my dear Nastya stood in front of me, humbly lowering her eyes. I could not resist and frantically began to unbutton her blouse and bodice. And here, my eyes looked amazingly nice mounds with dark areola nipples. Leaning down, I touched the lips of my left boob. The girl screamed softly, biting her lips.

My wife, Nastya's mother, returned from the kitchen. She critically looked at us and offered to put her daughter on a collar with a leash, as a symbol of her slave status. But, since neither I nor Olya had been in slavery for a long time, there was only one collar in our house — for Rex's dog. Before putting it on Nastya’s neck, it was necessary to take the dog out for a walk, because how then to get the dog out without a collar?

Then Olya decided to walk Rex first, while Nastya and I ordered a new collar for the dog on the Internet, and only then, when they returned from the walk, we would put the leash on the girl and go to the cafe - I really wanted to have sex with her in a public place right tonight. Olya decided to let me go with her daughter, she herself had to make a report to work, but, of course, all this only after walking with the dog.

Olya put on a tracksuit that was perfectly wrapped in her elastic bottom, took Rex's favorite ball and rang with a leash. Hearing a favorite sound, our dog rushed into the corridor like lightning. My wife fastened the leash, opened the door and went out into the yard, immediately throwing the ball to the dog. Rex bullet rushed into the far corner of the yard. Sighing with satisfaction, I closed the door behind my wife and turned to my daughter. My baby was still bare-chested, patiently waiting for my next steps.

Olya usually walked with the dog for about an hour, and I was not going to waste time in vain. At last I could not only undress my daughter with my eyes, but also take off the details of her clothes in real life. I wanted to completely unbutton my blouse and bare my daughter's delicious shoulders. Having kissed each of them, I pulled off the bodice, which was already hanging around the navel of the girl. Nastya on my every move quietly sighed.

When Nastya remained topless, we switched to the sofa. There I took off her checkered skirt and panties, leaving my daughter in some golfiki. Nastia shyly covered her crotch with her palms, but now I was the rightful owner of all her charms, so one word made her stop hiding behind.My daughter's cheeks were blushing when I forced her to lie down on the arm of the sofa and put her palms under the charmingly elastic halves of her ass. Having slightly raised Nastya, I began to knead her delicious buttocks.

Olya found me doing this. When I saw that the collar was free, I immediately fastened it on Nastya’s neck, and, as I was, in some golfers, I dragged her to the door. I could not wait to show my neighbors what treasure I had in my hands. But Nastya did not want to go on the street naked, she expected that I would allow her to wear a school uniform.

Not yielding to admonitions, my daughter stood up rooted to the spot. Then I had to remind her that she was now a slave and gently click on the nose. But Nastya still did not want to leave. I had already swung it to give my daughter a tasty slap in the face for disobedience, but my wife stopped me. Of course, not from altruistic feelings for the thing that Nastya was now, but solely for material reasons.

“Hush, then you won't sell her with bruises for a good price,” she smiled.

- Then how to make her go naked along the street? - I asked Olya. But she already had a plan.

My wife brought a couple of plastic water bottles from the kitchen. As she explained, they can inflict rather painful blows, after which no bruises will remain. Immediately grabbing a bottle in each hand, I began to calm down naked Nastya, who crouched on the floor and wept for resentment and pain.

I stopped and asked:

- Enough?

“Well, dad, won't I be more sexy in school uniform?” - sobbing, asked the tear-stained baby. I really did not think about it. I wanted so much to highlight her new status, that I completely forgot how Nastya’s slender legs accentuate her skirt. We agreed on a compromise - my daughter would put on her panties, skirt and slippers, but she would remain topless. Olya encouragingly patted her ass and helped her daughter stand up.

Wiping tears from the burnt face, the daughter dressed in a simple outfit, and I grabbed a laptop to look at potential buyers on the Internet, and we finally left the house. Of course, my neighbors have never seen Nastya like this.

They welcomed her with eloquent looks while we passed their site. Nastya was red as a cancer. I put my hands on her shoulders and whispered in her ear so that she would not worry so much. Cheering, the girl began to walk more smoothly.

The Los Pollos Hermanos family snack bar was located just around the corner. We entered and sat down at the last table. Visitors did not pay much attention to the slave owner with their goods. I ordered two dinners and offered my daughter to sit under the table, not behind him. Nastya understood everything and, getting up, began to go under the tabletop, but I stopped her, waddled over the table, and dug a kiss into my daughter's cute little lips. Her face still smelled of tears.

When we finished kissing, the girl still dropped to her knees under the table and began to unbutton my pants. I opened the laptop and set up Wi-Fi. It remains only to go to the slave site and place an ad. And in the meantime, the daughter already coped with the lock and touched my pulsating member with her incompetent mouth. Through the mist of pleasure, I heard a dialogue at a nearby table.

A little boy asked a young girl, obviously his mother:

- What does this naked girl do with that uncle under the table? Why did she take his pussy in her mouth?

I didn’t hear that my mother answered him, because I couldn’t hold back and after the first movements of the daughter tongue, I finished it in her mouth, after pressing the back of Nastya’s head so that she didn’t recoil when the hot viscous liquid rushed into her sweet lips ...