Valerie turned her head away, soashamed. She couldn?t bear to look at this girl who was effectively raping her? she moaned as she heard her shirt ripp...ng more and cried softly as the girlstarted to go for her pants. She looked up at the handcuffs, trying to pullaway ? when she realised she couldn?t break free, the tears started flowing harder.Suddenly she felt a hard slap to the face. ??????????? ?Oi! Look at me, you little bitch!? Valerie turned her head,to show her messy blonde hair and. He was just leaving the last hotel when he saw the big Indian Chief sitting in the parking lot in front of one of the rooms. It was a nice bike and obviously had ALL the extras and he found himself wishing he had one just like it. Sighing softly as he pulled out of the parking lot and turning towards home, he began to fantasize about the open road on the back of such a bike. If Kevin had stayed just a few minutes longer staring at the bike he would have seen a face from out of the past and it. Lauren continued undaunted and began to fondle histesticles in hopes of bringing him off. Mike's ballsmatched his cock in dimensions. They were more thana handful and ripe as g****fruit.After about ten minutes of straining to wrap her lipsaround Mike's prodigious organ, Lauren's jaw grewtired. She looked up dejectedly, having failed toreciprocate. Then, with apprehension apparent in hervoice, Lauren said, "If you want, I guess you can fuckme ... but you'll have to pull out before you come."The. Soon, I shucked it off my shoulders, having it land in a pile on top of her red panties.“On your knees, slut”, I said to my own daughter. My mind wrestled again with the moral implications of what was happening. Did I really want to have my own daughter as a sex-slave, a mere toy to be used and put away until it was time to use her again? But as Marci fell quietly to her knees, and her sobbing abated, my mind was made up. “Pull out daddy’s cock, you fucking whore”, I commanded.Her hands.