”“You mean you don’t love me so you wouldn’t get me pregnant?”“I care about you just enough to make sure neither of us gets saddled with a...kid when we’re not even seventeen.”“I still wouldn’t have cared. I hate school. I’d rather sit at home with a baby.”“And eat what?” I asked. “Is your daddy going to just feed you from the restaurant every day without you lifting a hand? Or did you think I’d marry you if you had my baby and go to work at Walmart so you could stay home with that precious. That is what you were born to be." That is what I am good for," I cooed."Come here," he said with the marker in his hand. "Time for some body art."He wrote all over my body words like slut, whore, fucktoy, cumdump, scumbag, cunt, sperm receptacle, cocksucker and cum-consumer. He wrote "fuck" above my mouth and "hole" below it. Mr. Bradford wrote phrases like fuck my ass, pound my cunt, drill this bitch, twist my nipples, spank me hard, and pump me full of cum."I've written clear instructions on. "You want to watch me fuck myself with this toy, David?" She asked as sheslowly lowered it down her stomach."Oh yes, Mom, I wanna to see you cum."Laura slid her ass down in the chair so that it was barely resting on theedge of the cushion. Spreading her legs wide she slowly eased the head ofthe dildo inside her."Ummmm yesssss! This feels so good!" She murmured as she began to stokethe device in and out of her sopping pussy.The last of Laura's restraint and inhibitions flew out the window as. I had scouted two spots for my occasional outdoor masturbations activities. One is in a forest preserve and the other is on a beach near my house (night-time only). When I got my thigh highs I threw them in my back pack with several other goodies and headed to the forest preserve. Sometimes I would stop by the tanning booth and get a tan beforehand. The blond little hottie that worked there would flirt with me and I would banter back thinking she had no idea what I was going to do. However, I.