They have a common thread, don’t they? You want someone to lead you to do it, because you don’t have the nerve to do what you want to do. Isn’t ...hat right?No, I don’t think so.Yes, I think so,No.You want someone to lead you because you don’t have the balls to do it by yourself. If you had the balls, you’d be sucking cocks all of the time, wouldn’t you?I don’t think so.You want to get dressed up in your girlie things and get with a guy, don’t you? You want someone to talk you into going down on. He knew that the intensity of the pain would soon subside, so Scott just held himself motionless inside his granddaughter for a short while. Finally Amanda nodded to him that she was okay and that he should continue. He started with a very slow and deliberate motion, sliding in and out of the tightest pussy he had ever experienced. Another minute and her grimaces turned to smiles and Scott knew the worst was over so he picked up his pace and began pumping Amanda faster and harder. Amanda’s pain. A fair share was just plain abusive or degrading, a virtual spit in the face and amy relished every single one of them. Some however detailed ways she was supposed to torture or degrade herself. Ever since amy had started her blog she had her share of fans that enjoyed her detailed accounts of self-abuse and the pictures and videos she posted of it. She could have made good money with it, but being a slave at heart she knew she didn’t deserve it. And she wanted to reach as many people as. As so often before I mused as to how many other cocks, most long gone from this world had enjoyed pleasure over the hundred years or more of this places existence? Then abruptly I stopped my musing as I felt a mouth closing on the bell end of my straining member and a tentative licking then and actual enveloping of the stem. This was more like it!Gradually to interchange developed its usual alternating routine but I was filled with a desire to see and feel more of my sweet tasting companion so.