I never want to quit fucking you. I thought that by fucking Sondra I could get you interested in some threeway action. Something that is my biggest fa...tasy.”“But Charlie, after Aunt Bessie, you promised me,” I replied.“Look, Beth, Charlie promised me too. He promised if I let him fuck me, he would work on you to let me have you,” Sondra said.“Charlie, you fucking skunk,” I screamed as I broke down in tears.Sondra quickly took me in her arms trying to console me. She stroked my back and planted. Are you with me here? You didn't need to EXPLAIN yourself, or make anexcuse for yourself. What I'm trying to say is that YOU are the problemhere, not the women who complain about you notanswering their questions. Try this instead:Her: I already did.... and I don't have a list to write that down.... I just noticed that... last time when you called me on the phone... and today, too......every time I ask something about your past I get a slapstick answerMe: I'm glad you like it. Maybe that's. How do like that, slut?" "Mmmm," she said, closing her eyes as she felt the hardness against her soft lips. She kissed the head, resisting the urge to take him into her mouth. "I'll bet you would love to taste the cock, wouldn't you slut?" "Oh yes, Master! Please?" she said, panting now. "Beg for it. Show me you want to taste my cock. You have to show that you truly desire the cock." "Oh, please Master! Please let me taste your wonderful cock! Please, I want to taste it so much!" she whimpered.. I drew my knees upward and outward, laying there naked and spread-eagled like a frog ready to be dissected, only the doctors old cock was his knife, and I could feel the involuntary and willing action of my ass lifting off the leather couch, to receive his cut, as his mons glans, glided through my labia and met with the smallest of fleshy ridges, just barely high enough to deflect his motion into my cunt.I gasped, as he simultaneously bruised my cervix and slapped my ass with his ball sack. My.