” I hold your gaze while my body shudders. I see that look in your eyes that makes me realise my mistake. “I’m sorry. I'm so sorry Daddy, I coul...n't help it,” I moan, still riding out the last of my orgasm. You reach down and grip your hands around my arms. “Dirtly little slut,” you reprimand me through gritted teeth, as you pull me back up to my knees, “You've turned into such a selfish little bitch, haven't you?” Holding the base of your cock, and using your hips you swing them around,. “Are you mad?” “It’s hot,” he said, “it turns me on to think about it. Tell me how it happened.” And I did and my story was this:I was on the young side when living with Mom and Dad…my bedroom was next to theirs and sometimes, waking up at night I heard noises in the next room where Mom and Dad slept. We had a long balcony which went all along the front of our house. I didn’t know what to think of the strange noises…grunting, “Yes…YES!!” coming from their bedroom and went back to sleep. A. My sling had dug deeply into the swordsman's neck and I had to take my time uncoiling it. As for the bowman, my blade had pierced his left eye and it had buried itself into his brain. I had to place my foot on his forehead to yank that out. As for the arrow I had shot, it had pierced through the spearman's torso leaving half the arrow sticking out on either side of it. I was forced to remove the arrowhead before I could recover the shaft. Fortunately, the arrowhead could be screwed on or off as. I went over, bought the ladies a round of drinks, and just was my usual funny self-confident me. I jumped slightly when my sexy 40 something teacher but her hand on my leg. I was more surprised when it slid up further. My cock got hard in my pants, but I was sitting in an awkward spot and had to adjust. As I lifted my butt up to adjust she noticed and whispered in my ear, "Is that shuffle because of me?"I blushed and said coyly, "Maybe."Some slow song began in the background and she said, "Come.