I thought about that tattoo because it reminded me of how my back felt. Like I'd been tattooed. Forever marked. Forever changed. I was sore, and yet I...was pleased with what I'd accomplished. In the strangest way, I was happy. I deserved my punishment, I received it, and I survived. Now I could move forward with a clean slate. It was a new beginning.And I loved my life.Mmmmm. I could smell the aroma of bacon and onions, and my tummy rumbled. To eat I would have to sit up, so I tentatively. Dein hübsches Jungengesicht war ganz rot und ruhte auf meinen Schultern. Deine Hände umgriffen einfach nur meine Titten. Wie schön war es, auf meinem Bauch die Wärme und dass Atmen deines Bauches zu spüren. Schliesslich hast Du alles in mich hineingespritzt. Du warst damals der einzige, der das durfte und als Du mal bei einem unserer nächsten Ficktreffen ein Kondom benutzen wolltest (ihr hattet in der Schule gerade Sexualkunde gehabt) konnte ich dir das Gott sei dank ausreden. Abends ging ich. " I do what I am told. He undo my bra and my nipples instantly gets hard from me being all excited. He fiddles with his pants and they hit the ground. He then shift and slides his dick inside me, I gasp for how thick he is. He slides one of his hands in my hair and pull my head back " The name is Denis, don't forget it bitch" He says as he starts sliding in and out of me. Nothing turns me on more than getting fucked from behind while getting my hair pulled and being called a bitch or daddies. ‘Is this your daughter?’ ‘Yeah,’ I say, feeling suddenly wistful. ‘That’s my baby girl, Sarah.’ ‘How old’s she?’ ‘Twelve.’ My legs suddenly feel weak, and I sit -collapse, almost- on the couch. ‘She’s a beautiful girl,’ Ashley says, almost sadly. ‘Where’s your boy?’ I say. ‘He’s spending the night with Grandma and Grandpa,’ she says. ‘Oh,’ I say. There’s something in the tone of her voice that reminds me of something, but I can’t place it. ‘Devin,’ Ashley says after some silence, ‘what do you.