Yes." Beg for it, then." Please, Daddy. Please let me be your breeder bitch? Please? Want it so bad, Daddy. Want you, Daddy. Please?"You pinch my clit...between your fingers and twist. "Please, what? What do you want Daddy to do?"Crying out, I squirm harder and start panting. "Want you to breed me, Daddy. Wanna be your breeder bitch, please? Please let me be your breeder bitch, Daddy. Want you to breed me!"Smiling, you nod and stroke a hand down my hair and neck. "Good girl. Good. I'll breed you. Dessie grinned, knowing what was happening. She saw her husband look over at her breasts as they bounced on her chest in time with Dane's thrusts.Both men had taken Viagra this morning, as well as last night; neither admitting that he had done so, of course.Dessie turned her head to look at the woman lying beside her. I'll bet those tits aren't hers, Dessie thought. They look like two cantaloupes sitting on her chest. They jiggle, but don't bounce at all. Mine bounce and sway just like the. Each of her friends told her to leave him after what he had done, but how could she? The sex, oh the sex, was unbearable, incredible, purely astonishing. Although, every time they had sex, she thought of the other woman. "I'm sorry to keep bringing this up but, what exactly did you do with the other woman? How many times did you have sex? Was I not good enough? I know keep asking it's just that it kills me to think that what I have was once shared and who knows, it still could be without me. I reluctantly pulled away from Lissa and sat up. She moaned as she rolled to her back and put an arm around each of us.“You might get away with cutting, but I’ve got to stay awake during Art History this morning. And I need to talk to Ms. Brock this afternoon about all the Concepts classes I’ve missed. She was a little sarcastic Monday about how pleased she was to see me in class.”“And I have to visit the Rosewood store this morning,” Lissa said. “We’re looking at a new line and I want to go.