Mere se raha nhi ja raha tha fir kese hi mene vo pal nikala and room se bhar aa gaya ab dimag me sirf vo hi gum rahi thiFir vo bhar aai change kar k o... mere pass aake bola k tum massage achi karte ho pichli bar ki thi na plz es bar meri back ki kardo naI said why not and fir vo room me gai and me oil leke unkr pass gaya and bola aap ka blouge karab ho jayega ese hata do to unhone hata diya and unhone bra nhi pheni hui thi ye dekne mera to bura haal ho gayaFir mene unki malish suru ki back pe. It was like I owned her totally now—my own private little cum-slut, unable to do anything but lie there in the ropes and take it. She began to pant, excited by her own helplessness, and her pussy seemed to suck greedily at my finger. At the heart of the BDSM experience there is always a moment like this, at least for me. There's a moment when woman as icon—all the attraction and longing and desire she inspires—has been stripped away and the man feels, however rightly or wrongly, that he's. As soon as they broke off their kiss Lenny said he wanted some of that pussy. Troy pulled out his cock and Lana immediately spun around so Lenny could take over. He shoved his cock in hard and Lana squealed in delight as Lenny fucked he now sloppy pussy. Lana squirts and her eyes roll back and the guys were getting a big kick out of that. “Watch her her cum, it’s so friggin hot,” Lenny said to Troy. “Gawd damn, that is hot,” Troy replied, “Let me try. Lenny backed off and Troy took over again. Cassie continued to refuse to sleep in her own room and she still took me for her lover and teacher. Sometimes I felt fine and other times I was wracked with guilt and anxiety.I couldn't deny my daughter's raw sex appeal. Now she was honing it, putting a keen edge on it that one day could have the power to cut a man very deep. If she wanted to cut a man, that is. Cassie had lost her air of innocence and vulnerability. She was replacing it with style, skill and knowledge. Combined with her.