“My names Mark Brand,” he volunteered. “Your daughter.....” he added, his voice fading under the ominous sound of deadlocks turning and chains...rattling as the door opened. A tall man wearing a tweed jacket and sporting a dog-collar introduced himself as Alistair Bainbridge, the vicar of St Andrews Methodist Church and the father of the girl. After a brief explanation of the events at the Bay Horse pub the vicar seemed unperturbed, but nevertheless thanked him for returning his daughter. The. I brought belt down directly across her swollen pussy. It wasn’t as hard as I had spanked her butt, but it wasn’t gentle.“One! Thank you sir, may I have another?”I hadn’t decided how many time I was going to spank her pussy. I had planned on 2 or 3 strokes for fun. But when I heard her count, I knew that she expected 20. I suspected the remaining strokes could be a little harder. One after the other, 20 strokes came down on her spread pussy and through the tears, Dana held her position and. In my dream she was sucking my cock and I stirred from the realism of it. As I woke, I realized my dick was hard and being covered in warmth. I could feel it going into her mouth and her tongue licking up and down my shaft. I looked down to see Michelle in the dim light giving my cock a lot of attention. I watched her in her mission when she glanced up and noticed me looking at her. She stopped and smiled and told me she got hungry. She then crawled on top of me, grabbed my dick and inserted it. Are you going to bury that big black cock in my wet, white pussy?”All the while she is talking, she is stroking me. My cock was as hard as a rock now, the veins pulsing with blood. Ingrid pushed my cock down then let go. It snapped up and made a slapping noise as it hit my belly. Ingrid smiled, she was impressed.“I want to measure it,” she said. “I want to know just how big you are.”Ingrid put the end of the tape against my pubic bone and stretched it along the top of my cock.“Nice,” she.