Then his hand slipped down to her ass…gently caressing the soft flesh, then his finger traced along the seam of her ass and disappeared between her ...highs to tease her pussy lips. Shay was breathing heavily now and was only dimly aware that she was clutching the glass of water against her chest in a fierce, passionate grip….afraid that she might break the glass in her hand she sets it on the railing she was leaning against and returns her full attention to the erotic scene before her. Oh. Secondly, you may stroke it only when you are performing your wicked task for me. I don’t want you cumming until you have been entirely disgraced and made into my fuck pig.” “Yes Mistress.” “Then pick up the cucumber, and hold it up in front of your slutty face. Do you have it?” “Yes Mistress.” “Good boy. A nice thick long one as I ordered?” “Yes Mistress.” “And you have oiled it?” “Yes Mistress.” “Good, because you need to get it in deep. I want to know your slut ass is stuffed full of. She simply didn't like it anymore. And, every time I tried to give up, I seemed to return to it more strongly, smoking more as though in an attempt to catch up on what I'd missed. Finally she had had enough. "John," she said, sternly, "I'm giving you one last attempt. I can't stand your smoking. I can't stand the smell, the mess, the taste, or anything else about it. You'll change your habits or I'm leaving!" I couldn't have that. I did love her too much to lose her. "What can I do?" . 'I get pleasure watching' he replied, his eyes glued between my raised thighs which were parted as I touched myself, I was feeling horny and somehow daddy was not daddy, he was just a cock I now desired, and my pussy rubbing showed him I was in the mood.'Do you want to fuck me', I asked him, my hand reaching up and taking hold of him, pulling him into my eager mouth, until I could feel the warmth of his pubic hair on my pouting lips and nose, I had my father's cock deep in my throat, my long.