”“I will suck his cock and let him fuck me vaginally. I want to please you.”“You will be a good slut for me. You will get fucked and let him...lick your sweet pussy.”“I will be a good slut.”“Daddy will park the car and you will fuck him in the car. Will my slut do that for me?”“Yes. I want to fuck my daddy.”“Good little one.”George parked the car on a side street. His wife rolled down her panties and pulled up her skirt. She unbuckled George’s pants and George sat up and pulled his pants. "If I hadn't been so unbearably horny, I would have sent her on her way and there would not be a story to tell, but my cock was doing my thinking for me. I didn't want to seem too eager and waited a couple of minutes before responding."I'm afraid you might be disgusted by it, honey," I said."No way, Dad. I've been jacking guys off since seventh grade. I love doing it. Please let me jack you off. It would be the biggest thrill of my life."I never actually gave her verbal consent; I simply moved. They all had so much piss from an hour of non-stop drinking beer. 'Bend over and spread your asscheeks, sweetie, time to water that hole of yours,' a man smiled as he dropped his pants. I bent over and I spread my asscheeks as much as I could. They were still hot from the slaps and stung badly but I couldn't miss the feeling of piss being aimed directly for my asshole. I could feel my asshole contracting as it was doused with piss. Suddenly the guy who had grabbed my breasts so hard grabbed my. A quick change and I headed out the door for my daily run. I don’t really like running but it’s the easiest way to keep trim. I run three miles a day in about forty minutes. It keeps my six-foot-four-inch frame to 220 pounds. With my size and my hair slicked back, as I usually wear it, I look like an extra for “The Sopranos.” The run, as it usually does, cleared my head of all the daily crap at work. I got back to my place and spotted Wendy standing at my door with a folder in her hand. “Hey,.