She was beautiful. She was what I wanted to be for Daddy.Daddy paused at a door, and opened it, revealing a small half-bathroom. He glanced at me. I b...ushed and shrugged out of my bath robe while he swept in to change into his BDSM gear. I stood naked, my nipples hard.“Are you excited?” the submissive asked, walking over to me, her charm, dangling from her clit, swayed between her thighs and caught the light.I nodded my head.“It's Melody, right?”I nodded my head again as her eyes ran up and. " Why not?" She wouldn't want anyone to know." Sometimes... sometimes what people want and what they need aren't the same thing." Maybe," he acknowledged. "I'm not sure I'm the best person to make that decision, though." Maybe not, but who else is there?"Marcus just shrugged and turned back to watching the harbour."Is that what's been bugging you this week, that you don't know how to help?" Part of it." He sighed, settling back into the seat. "That I can't help her now. That I might not be. You grab her waist roughly. There's barely anything there; teenagers are so beautifully skinny! You pull her towards you, seize her hips, guide her down onto your throbbing, aching member. Inside her you find paradise. She's wonderfully tight; you can't move inside her at all, but then you don't need to. You relax and let her dying body do the work. Her spasms and convulsions are incredible. It's so much better than willing flesh. You caress her taut young breasts through the wet. We talked about the games we used to play and how much fun it was back in those days. With everyone hanging out in the living room, I asked my cousin if she wanted to go to my room (in the basement) and have a drink with me. I went first and turn the tv on and got a couple of beers from the fridge. She followed soon after and we continued to talk about the good old days. She asked me what I had for movies and told her that I just picked up Don Jon on Blu ray. We both had never seen it so I.