The shame and humiliation had never been more intense, nor had my arousal. When I got home, there was a message from my daughter on the answering mach...ne that a friend had called and she was staying the night so they could study for a test tomorrow. As you can imagine, I punished myself with sexual torture the rest of the night. What had I done? I hung the phone up, very upset. My husband had been on the line, telling me that he would not be home from his business trip for our daughter's. Her breasts hang down from her chest like udders and sway each time I thrust into her. That degradation and dehumanization is another one of my pleasures: to have a girl cast away the very things that make her human in order to satisfy me. Sophia knows this. She has accepted it. I grab her hair with my left hand and pull her head back. Her eyes look to mine in the mirror as she feels my thick member throbbing deep inside her. "You Know What I Want To Hear, Slave. Tell Me What A Slave Is Good. Is everyone going to be in coshtume?" Uh huh, well, yeah?" Dee smiled. "It is Halloween? That's part of thefun of it?"Something clicked over in Andy's brain. He hadn't really grasped thefact that Dee was asking him out on a date, or the 12-year-oldequivalent of a date, but dressing up in a costume for Halloweensuddenly seemed like an opportunity. "Sho, what are you going to wear?Have anything planned yet?"Dee shrugged. "I dunno? Last year I went as a ballerina but I think I'dlook silly in that. I pulled my boxers on and sat down and took a sip of my wine. I looked at the clock. It was just past 7.30; we’d fucked twice in less than an hour. I heard Barb come out of the bathroom and go to the bedroom. 10 minutes passed then she returned, this time wearing a red silk camisole and French knickers ensemble, with red suspender belt and stockings. “I thought red was appropriate given what a slut I’ve just been”“Now that is sexy. Come and have a sit and some wine”.We sat and chatted, then she.
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