I didn’t even think about you not being able to breathe. Oh, Megan, can you ever forgive me?”“Papa, I’m fine, really I am. Did you like that... I worked and worked on it until I could do it pretty good. Was it good for you, Papa?”“My God, Megan, where did you learn how to take it all the way down your throat like that? I mean, you said you worked and worked on it. With who? I mean, who taught you?”“Gramma! She said she never could do that with you because she would always gag. I said I. Pushing her back against it, she moaned as each hard, rough thrust sent sparks of pleasure throughout her whole body. He was finally able to just look at her unclothed beauty and he marveled at how sexy she was. Her gorgeous alabaster skin was covered head to toe in a light dusting of freckles. Her firm C-Cup breasts, both perfect to fill his large hands, swung with each powerful thrust and he took one hand from her firm arse where he'd been holding her to cup and knead one. Her moan of. It was kind of a shock to see my sister in there. Now I know that one of my stature should not expect Miss America to return his gaze in the mirror, but anyone but my sister! Please! Oh well, I guess we are what we are, or at least what our makeup makes us seem.Anyway, out came the camera, the flash, the backdrop and the commands to "Keep your legs together, you're supposed to be a lady!" and "Straighten your shoulders. If you're going to wear a bra you may as well show off your attributes.". What do you mean?" You know what BDSM stands for, right - Bondage, Discipline, Sado-Masochism. Well, at best they would have had you in bondage on some kind of rack or something. You certainly wouldn't have all of your clothes on - probably none of them. It would have been humiliating, at least, and it might have been very painful" They wouldn't humiliate me! They wouldn't hurt me!" Why do you think they keep you around," he said sharply. "Dawn, in particular, is a naturally dominant bully. A.