"I'm suspicious, but I spread my legs and lean forward until my hands wrap around my ankles with ease, showing off my flexibility. A lubricated thumb ...trokes down the cleft of my arse, then violates me, spreading me open to be instantly replaced by a cool, unyielding buttplug."Daddy? What are you doing to me?" I ask, trembling wildly in anticipation."I want you to wear this until I remove it. I want your pussy eager to be filled by my cock tonight. Right, my sweet. I need to finish getting. "Amy rinsed her hair while she spoke, "Her name was Callie—Calypso Charlene Hershel." Her name!? Your one true love was a woman?" Stacy asked, amazed.Amy nodded and began the disgusting task of trying to scoop the leftover cum from her abused pussy. It was sore, but she didn't want those boys' semen in her any longer. While she did so, though the task she was performing and the story she was telling were completely contradictory in their nature, Amy told Stacy about Callie—about how they fell. College that mom and I had some time to spend together. She had planned a nice sunny day for us to have a picinic and to have some conversation. She looked so beautiful that afternoon, she was wearing a yellow dress that complimented her silky blonde hair which was tied up with a white ribbon. She was also wearing white nylons with white heels that had tiny yellow bows on the back of them. I was so impressed of her wonderful looks that I needed to tell her often about it. After awhile of. I was lucky to find this but; certainly I would have to find something better.At 17 years of age, I was big for my age, slender, 6’1? tall in good condition with a very well shaped body and for some reason a lot more mature than my age. Because the luncheonette was open on Saturdays, she gave me Thursdays of which I used to look for another job. I crossed the McArthur Bridge to Miami Beach and hit the Hotels with no Luck many of them were closed for the summer. On the third Thursday off, I came.