Missy warm lips and tongue press against Ellie's mouth as she turns her face to accept her step-mothers wicked and passionate kisses. But the kisses do not last nearly as long as Ellie would have hoped as Missy pulls away from her, leaving Ellie wanting more.
"Now, from the way the little tart gobbled up her mommy's kisses, I am sure she is ready for the fire and ice treatment master." Missy says ignoring Ellie's questioning look as to why she stopping kissing her.
"Yes she is." the ghostly spirit of her daddy answers, forbidden passion tinging his voice.
"Let us tease the little w***e just as she teased us." Ellie trembles from fear, or is it excitement, as she sees once again the smoky tendrils of her daddy's hands slowly, ever so slowly, inching towards her.
The fact he called her a
