It made my desire evolve from an ache into a physical pain.The blue and white striped pajama top was mine. It was far too big for her and looked perfe...t on her. Sleeves were rolled up yet still covered her arms. Long bare legs showed, the pajama top just long enough to reach the top of her thighs.She descended the staircase silently, a beautiful mussed young girl, so damn cute; a little girl lost in her father's pajamas. She made the air too thin to fill my lungs and my heart thud. Sex games that people play all the time.”“Is that what you call it?”“Come on. Give her asshole a nice tonguing. Let’s both enjoy her, don’t let me have all the fun, or it won’t be fair, right? You said you’d do anything for me.”“You really want me to do it?”“I do, and I know Samira will be so pleased if you do.”“Why would that be?”“Because I fucked her, and she’s probably feeling guilty about betraying you.”She kissed him then. Her kiss was a desperate one. She was madly in love with him, and. You can't torture a woman. You can't burn me there.' 'Don't you get it? That's really why we grabbed you. We grabbed you to torture and to mutilate you. To sexually torture and sexually mutilate you. That's really why we have you.' 'Kill me. You're going to kill me then? God. No. No.' 'Only when you beg us to. That's when we'll kill you. When you plead with us to, but hold still, this is hot enough to burn your clit now.' I knelt down to aim the tip for her opening.. I awoke some six hours later, with the joys of Spring in my heart, bright-eyed and bushy-tailed, I felt I was a changed women, then as I thought, it all started coming back, and I felt between my legs, I was really very wet, and I brought some of the wetness to my nose, the smell was familiar, and the tinge of salinity and acridness, told my it was not a dream from a drunken binge, this was semen, oozing from my womanhood, I did have a cock inside me last night, I was fucked, and I got up and.