“Would you kiss me if I had cum on my face Daddy?” my daughter whispered. “Well that would depend on who's cum it was sweety” Wanting to get b...ck to her story I asked her “How big was his bulge?” “You saw it, and you are better at measurements than I am. How big do you think it was?” I thought back to when he showed the camera. “Hmnn about 4 inches I'd say”. “No f'n way! His cock was huge” she exclaimed, “Maybe even bigger than yours?” “First off young 'lady' You don't swear in our home.. Don’t be shy, come on. Tell me! Say it or this is done.” I know he cannot mean it, but still a part of me thinks, “OH god, he can’t just stop and leave me all aching for more.” Mustering up the courage to say it, I say, “Fuck me, please. I need you to fuck me, make me your whore. I need your cock now and I need it hard and rough.” With that, he slams his cock back into my pussy. I give a sharp cry out at the sudden roughness of his cock filling my pussy. I feel his balls with each stroke in. I hit him in the forearm on the same side as the injured knee with my bone cracker and broke both of the small radius bones. That must have been the first time that Wyson was seriously injured because he screamed and began to cry like a baby.All of this had happened so fast that Wyson's three companions were still standing there with amazed looks on their faces. Whether it was from surprise that we would have the temerity to stand up against them or from surprise that Wyson would be taken out. After returning to the table with it they begin to chat a little. They eat and they talk about all nonsense going on in the workplace. They talk about co-workers, and even Marshall’s meeting with the big boss. Katrina teases his cock every so often with a light stroke of her foot, making sure to keep his hard.“Let me see that toy you got,” she says.Marshall has kept it hidden beneath the table, not wanting to be too far from it or risk someone else finding it and it gaining their loyalty.