I don't say a word as my eyes never waver. He knows I'm not the fight he's looking for. He gives up and walks away.“Wendy, Daddy is very unhappy wit... you.” You can feel my hand on the back of your neck. My hand is squeezing with enough pressure that you stiffen.I'm whispering into your ear, “You're going to pay for teasing that man, do you understand me, you little slut?”You're nodding your head and whispering, “Yes, Daddy.”I'm telling you to stand and we walk outside. My arm is possessively. My wife and I are in a rocky marriage at best. We both have our faults and what makes things worse is that we work split shifts. I work days she works afternoons. It’s been like that for the last ten years. At first we made the most of our weekends. Early Saturday morning bubble baths, candles and massages when she got home from work. Making love to the wee hours in the morning, trying to find ways to sneak off during the day for a quickie and making love again on Sunday morning. That lasted. You are moaning and swearing, begging for more under your breath. One hand resting on your ass, my thumb stroking it absently. I am so turned on by all the noises you’re making right now. I move faster, my hips slapping against your ass with every stroke. I reach around you with my other hand and stroke your rock hard cock. It must feel so amazing to have your ass filled with this huge cock. I feel your cock start to twitch, but I don't want you to cum yet. I slowly withdraw out of you. Finally, Paulina knew that they needed to get home soon, so she pulled the dildo from the gaping sheath that was her daughter's asshole. She grabbed Sarah by her hair and yanked the girl back down onto her knees; Sarah cried out as the blacktop of the parking lot tore into her skin. "Clean my dick, whore", Paulina ordered, the rubber cock less than two inches from Sarah's mouth. The teen looked at the object in disgust, fully aware of where it had just been, but she knew that she didn't have a.