I dropped to my knees, overcome bycontradictory feelings of submission, fear and desire."How, master?" I said."You can blow them, or you can give them...hand jobs, or you can let themfuck you," Dirk said. His friends voiced enthusiastic support for thisplan."It might be difficult to fuck me, master," I said, trying to look coyrather than defiant."Why not, Lisa?" he demanded."You have to find out, master," I said, curling a lock of my hairaround my finger.He laughed. "Come here, Lisa," he said. I. His hair, golden blond, draped down over his chest, touching the breasts lightly as he stepped out of his pants, swaying tantalizingly.And then the frenzy began. Mark, Carol, and Nichole, unable to control their primal passions, interlocked their bodies, Carol and Nichole fighting for position to insert their desire-swollen penises into Mark's dripping vagina. Carol pushed Mark against a desk, and her large, masculine hands grabbed his tiny, firm butt and lifted him from the ground. Mark's. He had the patience to sit there all night if needed, asking what sound this letter made, putting the word together, sound by sound until I had it. I remember the time the words "rough", "thought" and "through" were on the same page. I'm sure Daddy does, too.The thing I remember most is the feeling of being the only thing that mattered to my Daddy when I'd be on his lap, his arms around me. Talk about security.Humpty Dumpty, Jack and Jill (yeah, I read that one), all those children's books got. Mai ankhe fad chut ko dekh rha tha,khan pura takat laga kar dabaya,khan itna presur se chapa tha ke jab supada chut me ghusa to lund sarsrata huwa karib 4″tak meri patni ki chut me sama gaya,udhar meri patni takia se sar utha kar ankh far kar jor se cheekh pari,” hai raaaam mar gaiiiii,,oh fat gya jee,,adha lund ghuste hi mai apna hath hata liya,is bar khan ek tagra thap mara pura ka pura lund nelu ki chut me sama gya,.””nahiiiiiieeeeee,,baaap,,re,,baap,,ooo maaaa,,””is bar to nelu aisa chillai.