Mandy and Caroline would assist and help me recover in thehouse. It was now winter but in southern California every day is basicallysummer. We used a ...anning bed instead of the sun though and I had abeautiful golden tan just like Mandy and Caroline. We became closegirlfriends and shared everything with each other. Mandy even lovedhearing about how I pleased her Daddy. In fact, I now called him Daddytoo. Calling him Jeff just didn't seem to make sense. Life was very goodand was going to be even. Please understand, it’s not like he wants to hurt somebody. It’s really important to him that the other person gets off on being spanked as much as he likes spanking. But that wasn’t me. On the other hand, he doesn’t like a total pain slut either.”“A pain slut?”“Yeah. That’s somebody whose wiring is completely crisscrossed. A hardcore pain slut can get a little scary, because they keep on wanting more. And that’s just not safe. They wind up getting hurt, for real. Nasty stuff. Plus, they get. I pulled his cock out of my mouth and furiously wanked it as I moved up the bed, straddling him his thick big cock slipped full length into my soaking wet young pussy and I started to grind my hips. As his hands cupped my tits he played with my nipples pulling them softly, I groaned as the pleasure flowed through my body, I could feel the pleasure build in my pussy my moaning was getting to the stage where ear plugs could of been worn, I leant back and worked my hips harder and faster, throwing. Isabella moaned slightly from the sensations of his passionate kiss partnered with the pressure his hand was putting on her from behind her ass. She loved how strong and forceful he could be and still make it all seem so gentle and protective. Isabella pulled her head back and smiled as she remained suspended in the air held there by Ethan. “And what do you think you are doing, sir?” she quizzed, hoping for the answer she wanted.“I think that I’m going to enjoy making a little rich girl dirty.