Usually the over pampered bad guy. Juicy but occasional. Partly being tired of the scene, and partly because he felt he’d become typecast, he decide... to take a break and return to the place he was most comfortable. His attic room.“What project?” Joe asked.“Multi-disciplinary. Using all the arts. Music and dance and acting and photography and video. Basically a little film. But a performance as well.”“Why don’t you bring them all down there on a private jet?” Rachel suggested. “Even if it will. I felt Dad's prick swell and pulse; and knew the first thin squirt of my father's seed was being injected into my body. I hurriedly started to push him off, before the second squirt came, which I knew would be much thicker, heavier, and absolutely teeming with his sperm. Dad's face had an almost strangled look on it, from the strain of holding back after letting me have just one squirt. I could see he was almost crying as he started to back away and pull out before letting me have the rest. I. I feel your legs being pushed up, I loop my arm around your leg then see the other guy pull your other leg back raising your ass off of the pad, I look into your eyes and say are you ready for it. At almost the same time your eyes widen and you take a deep breath, I know now that he has penetrated you. The look on your face tells what your feeling, I look down to see his big cock being pulled out glistening with your pussy juice, then your entire body shakes as he rams it very hard in to you. Daphne helped me with the zip, and I couldn't help noticing that her fingers seemed to linger on me as she did so. "Now give your master a twirl" she said, and I twirled, the skirt spinning outwards as I did so."Hmm, I have a few ideas" and pulled out a number of boxes. "These are very nice in Royal Blue, and match the dress well, but I know your fondness for scarlet, Stuart, as you often say "scarlet brings out the inner slut". I know what you mean."We tried out a number of shoes, and finally.