The eye shadow is dark, and she has long, false eyelashes. Below the picture is a short message, "Mmmmmm....."I'm immediately excited, but have no ide... who it's from. So I'm caught between lust and ignorance. What can I do?Send a reply, I suppose. So I compose a text, keeping the language as neutral as I can. "Hello. You look fascinating, but I don't think we've met. How did you get my number? Are you sure you've sent this to the right person?" I press send and rejoin my friends at the bar but. Daddy's cock is hard and ready.I squirm with embarrassment... He has hardly touched me yet already I feel the heat and tension within my legs. I'm wet and wanting him inside me, despite the fear and knowledge that its going to hurt, I want it. The muscles ache as I clench my legs together and look up at Him!"Lie still, little girl, Daddy is going to fuck you in the arse."I've been fantasising about this for weeks! Training my arse with plugs and dildos, knowing that Daddy was going to be the. Without hesitation, Faith obediently lay down with her ass high in the air; she whimpered submissively as a strong hand clasped her hairless little scrotum and a tongue swiftly lapped at the musky perfume of her asshole. She felt the bed sag as he climbed on, then she clenched her effeminate little fists as her wrists were grabbed, and her little cock stiffened as his slipped sweetly in the crack of her ass, then probed deep into her tight pussy with no mercy, making her gasp with. Home and comfort, to her inner self, was a sea of soft brown skin, holding her close. A nightmare would be those people betraying or mistreating her.Or she was a horrible secret racist. Psych 101 would probably sort it out, if she ever made it to her next class.Shanna put her hand to her forehead, fingers pushing her glasses back up before moving to rub her now throbbing head. Maybe she should start yelling. Screaming. Even if the bad guys came, the horrible, frightening men in their red and.