You were laughing at ME weren't you!" It wasn't a question. She was getting up a head of steam now, and he could tell she was going to go on for a whi...e if she had her way. She wanted to be pissed off, and she was going to use any excuse to fuel that desire."STOP!" he barked back. He said it loudly enough that it shocked her into silence. She was breathing fast, and her white blouse rose and fell in the twilight of the screen reflection. He liked looking at her chest ... rising and falling.. "Irene figured this was sort of like Truth or Dare that she'd heard about in high school when other, older girls played sleep over games. A little flashing. Not a huge dare and no big deal. She lifted up her pyjama top to show her bare breasts, turned and dropped her bottoms to just below her butt." You don't understand, Pledge. 'Prove it ' is an absolute command. The sorority sisters are not here in person, so they need visual proof you obeyed. Take off your pyjamas and hand them to me. And. So listen to me carefully. You saw the pictures. You saw your mother take Jon's cock down her throat. You know it can be done. The first time is difficult. But I know some tricks to help you and I know you can do it."I listened to her calm voice and I nodded. I said, "I'm sure that I can do it, Laura. I'm just afraid that I won't be very good at it. I don't want to disappoint him."Laura smiled and said, "Good attitude. Don't worry, cunt. We don't expect you to be very good at it the first time.. ’He crouches down so we’re face-to-face, his hand still fisting my hair. I’m helpless, entirely unable to move—I can’t even turn my head. A drop of cum falls from my chin, landing on my breast and trailing down toward my stiff nipple. ‘You’re a mess,’ he says sympathetically. ‘You look like an absolute whore, princess.’I whimper. ‘Daddy…’‘What is it, baby?’I wriggle, my eyes misted with tears. I need to come. ‘Please. Please.’‘You want to come, is that it? You’re a desperate little slut who.