My finger fluttered around in her, twitching and teasing her. Her little nose wiggled so cutely. Her small breasts came into view, little budding moun...s. Her right hand planted on my chest, bracing herself.“Daddy,” she moaned and slid her pussy up and down my cock, her snatch gripping it.“Mmm,” moaned from my wife. She blinked open her eyes. “Dean... What are you doing?”“Having sex with my cute Junebug,” I said.June giggled. “Oh, okay,” my wife said, hugging Dusk tighter to her. “Have fun...”. Was she damned, damned because of who she was, where she had come from, for how she thought and what she needed? The obsessive controller now being controlled? These thoughts danced through her mind in the haze of pain and pleasure this man was inflicting on her entire being. The thoughts were almost instinctual, bursting from a core of hatred and consuming anger. In this, she found a disturbing sort of peace. As she unwillingly felt her body betray her and climax from his forceful thrusts. Everything had been negotiated beforehand and I was pretty sure that we were going to fuck. It was the hottest day of the year and I was dripping sweat from the Moment I had gotten out of the shower. I was only wearing khaki shorts and a t-shirt but still the summer made me feel uncomfortable with my sweat-soaked shirt stuck to my skin and my legs glued to the train seat.When the train finally got there I Was the first one to jump out and then I followed the directions she had sent me and. She always agreed to do it, but after he came, he never did. Kathryn was going to have to up her ante. Even when they weren't having sex or even getting romantic she would just say out of the blue how she knew a cock should fit in her arse. Just to get him thinking about before they next had sex. They had afternoon sex pretty soon after she said that. During that fuck in his study she said Brad should stick it in her arse, she wanted to see if it would fit. He obliged but then he put it back in.