“I’m all in.” I replied

“Brand me.” I said. “If I’m going to do this. I’m going all the way.”

His cock throbbed. “And what about optional clauses?” Mom asked over the phone.

Dad pulled my head forward again and I sucked his cock back into my mouth and throat, “God she’s good.” He said, “Kimmie is happy with 2b, and 14a.” He told her as he started to fuck my face.

“Oh my, Jethro is going to have fun isn’t he. I can hear you are becoming busy again dear. I will leave you defile our daughter. Do take some pictures for me.” Mom said, “Kimmie dear, be a good girl. We will line up a branding in the next couple of days.”

Dad grabbed two fist fulls of my hair and started to fuck my face in long strokes, I could feel my throat stretched against the push of his cock and swallowed dutifully. “So, my daughter, my ****, happy to be bred,” I moaned as best I could with his cock in my throat, “branded, traded, sold and used as entertainment.” He sighed, “This is going to be fun.

He pulled my head clear of his cock, I coughed several times and gasped for breath before asking, “What was that about 2b and 14a?” I asked.

He smiled, it was not a friendly smile. “Clause 2 is about limitations, 2b as opposed to 2a, means you have agreed to anything.” He explained before sitting down on the couch and tapping his lap. Obediently I mounted him and as he guided his cock into me he continued with a moan, “It means we could whore you out for a profit, make porn, fuck you anywhere,” by this stage I too was moaning, “modify your body, or even tie you up in a public park with a sign telling every man and his dog to have a go.”

I came shaking and shuddering. After a few moments of recovery I asked, “And 14a?” my voice trembled.

He thrust up into me hard and I yelped, “That you agree to no other form of recourse other than that written in the contract. You can’t renegotiate, you can’t protest. If someone want’s to enlarge your tits, knock you up or nail you to a wall for everyone to fuck the only terms of redress are in the contract.”

I stopped riding him, “Wait? Nail me to a wall?” I asked.

He slapped my tit, hard and given it was already bruised I screamed. “It’s only happened once, so I don’t expect it to happen again.” He said as I started to rock on him again.