"Honey, honey, hon, hon?......baby stop, just stop" She said looking down at me with a sad look on my face "Awww, I appreciate it, I do but, this is j...st nonsense, all you are doing is licking my inner thighs and pussy lips". Sandy was right you cant eat a woman's pussy while she's driving, her legs need to be spread and there just isn't enough room in a Chevrolet Aveo, to really get down inside of her I'd have needed an 8-inch tongue."Hon listen don't get upset, at least you tried, road head. ”“I’m just going to shave you. And then you can go.”“Nothing else will happen?”“Of course not.”She believed me because she wanted to believe me. Or, rather, she couldn’t believe that her fantasy was coming true. This sort of thing doesn’t happen in real life, sexy young hunks asking married women if he can shave her pussy. She probably believed that as she took her sari off and stood naked before me. My instincts were spot on-she was delicious. The brown nipples that tipped her small breasts. ‘We hadn’t had a very physical connection before that day, but without any efforts at verbal communication on the subject, she started touching me, massaging my shoulders, sitting close to me.’ ‘I’m curious if you found yourself thinking of ulterior motives with her? I mean you’re about to be very famous, potentially rich. You have magical sperm…’ ‘Yes, of course. There’s always that elephant in the living room, eh? But it’s that way with any kind of power dynamic. There’s just more of it in. "You're a little slut." "I am a slut." "Whose slut are you?" "Daddy's slut." Whip again. "Whose?" "Daddy's slut!" I said louder. "That's right." He pulled me back and added a clothes pin to each of my hard nipples. The pain was instant and my nipples began throbbing. "Does that hurt?" "Yes Daddy." "Good. This is better." He reached his hand through my legs and began touching my soaking cunt. "You're such a whore, look how wet you are. You're enjoying this, aren't you? Maybe my punishment needs.