“No, no Saffy, watch this.”He did something at the back of the television then picked up my phone and said, “Say Cast phone to TV.”I did and m... phone replied.“Which TV?”Daddy whispered and I said, “Dining Room.”My phone’s display appeared on the television.“I love you daddy.” I said.“Just one more minor problem Saffy.”“What?”“I’ve got to find a way of keeping your phone on your chest, we don’t want it sliding down and going between your legs, I don’t know if it’s waterproof.”I kept my mouth. ‘Please put it in,’ I begged him as he continued to rub my gash into his face. ‘How much do you want me to fuck you?’ he teased again. ‘I want you to fuck me right now with your big…’ He cut me off- ‘With my big what?’ ‘With your big black cock,’ I sighed. He began to lower himself over me and just when I thought he was about to penetrate me, he knelt over my head and wriggled his big shaft around my face, slapping me with it. My face burned with shame and I fought to get up. He was trying to. That's why I have to watch you at the gym. I see those other guys looking..." They'd never get more than a smile, Alan. This" and she gave a wiggle to her ass that took me in mid-breath, "is only for YOU." I love you, little dove," I said."You love me for everything I am, Alan Dean Addison. I've never thought anything else. There MIGHT be another man on this planet like you, but I have you, so I don't care..." Her lips fastened to mine and we traded tongues. Her rocking became more rhythmic and. .. an ice cube? a popscicle? his fingers, dipped in ice water? Again, my mind can not choose, while my body revels in the sensation. Over and over, new sensations assault my skin, my mind, my being, each one bringing me closer to the point of overload. He knows my body like a favorite movie, a treasured book, a coveted painting, and he tantalizes every square millimeter of me, until I am shuddering, gasping, wanting. At last, I hear his voice, smooth and full, and he says only three.