"No. It was rude..." Please? We'll have our romantic vistas, just Joseph and me. I live on the fricking beach practically. Seeing him in his sexy rubb...r surfing suit emerging from the waves, the red sky behind him, his cock pressing out the crotch, him tackling me onto my back and grinding me into the sand and carrying me to my house, right on the floor, stripping me naked and shucking off his suit, the sky reddening his glorious naked body in a healthy glow and fucking me into oblivion, then. He went back to Sammy who was recovering her pass out and dragged her by the hair into her room. He put her into her bed tied her gag so that she would choke herself if she tried to get up, and told her she should enjoy watching this. When he pulled the blanket down from Cindy, she started to stir in her sleep. She was wearing a little girl undershirt with little pink embroidered bows and matching panties. His lip curled up as he watched the sleeping child. He knew what he was doing when. I screamed so loudly it hurt my ears.He reached down, grabbed my undergarment, ripped a piece off and shoved it in my mouth, looking around nervously.Then it began. I long series of lashes up and down my legs, ass and back. Each lash felt as if it were setting my skin afire. I tried to scream, but it was almost completely muffled by the cloth in my mouth.I was in too much pain to count the lashes, but it felt like an eternity. I thought it would never end. I thought I was dying. He was going to. I loved when she would scream, "Thank You Daddy Thank Youuuu". We did all sorts of things but those were standards. Later I found out she was married and didn't tell me, but kept coming because she never got fucked like this at home.I was attending College at the time.One night before she arrived I wrote a fun a exercise for her in a notebook.A creative writing page with simple answers that covered the basics.What is your name? How old are you? Where do you work?What are you? Anal Slut. What is.