Katie moaned as I began sucking, then she reached back into my boxers for my cock. She eased back my foreskin, moved her hand to her mouth to get spit...on her fingers, then began massaging my head. Shit, it felt good. We stood like that for a few minutes, her stroking me, me sucking her nipples. Then Katie moved away and knelt on the floor in front of me. I had seen the look in her eyes before and my cock throbbed with anticipation. She slid my boxers down my legs to the floor, then eyed my. I glance down at my shorts and they are soaked. I pull my soggy shorts off and fling them across the room, they smack against a poster of Meghan Fox who might have been doing something for me, but my morning wood is non-existent. Cum is caked on my dick. Geez! Did I not clean up at all? I wipe my penis off on the sheets and notice that my flaccid member is dripping. The fuck!?Pre-cum dribbles at a consistent rate out of my cock. I stroke it a little and some more drips out, but I don't get. But I could seehis face, its uncertainty, its hesitation."Speak, precious. Beg Mistress." As I contemptuously said these words,I started to squeeze his cock and finger his hole slowly, teasingly. Istopped. "Beg." Please rub my prostate and my cock." Please who?" Mistress, please rub my prostate and my cock!"I rubbed him faster. "Louder! Faster! Beg me louder and faster! Sayit!"And he did. And I stroked and rubbed harder and harder and faster andfaster. The fucker was begging so loudly when I. There were no windows in the room just a few soft lights that lit up when he flipped the switch by the doorway just bright enough for ambiance but not too much to overwhelm the mood of their passionate sex fling.Jack took his clothes off as fast as he could kneel in front of his Daddy waiting for his cock again. Daddy took his time first he took off his shirt, showing his chest full of hair to Jack, then his pants undoing his belt buckle, his zipper slowing lowered as Jack was practically.