As I left Jodie walked out with me. “Daddy you do know I love you,” she said.“Sometimes I admit that I don’t like you much honey, but I always...love you,” I said.“I know and I feel the same,” she said. “When I need it, I can always count on you to say bullshit.” She kiss me on the cheek quickly.I kept that memory fresh during the drive home in the holiday traffic. I even felt it over the pain of my aching hip.The first thing I did when I got home was to fill up on Tylenol Aleve and Tramadol. At. His hands where much larger and a little rougher so itfelt a little different then when I did it. He did not stroke my cock fastand short like I did. He would do long, slow more powerful strokes. I didnot come in a fast short climax like I did when I stroked myself. He slowlyworked me into a deep long climax. I was moaning and whimpering andsquirming all over the place as he got me closer and closer to my climax. Ilooked at him as he was doing it and he look like he owned me or was. She sat there thinking a minute. I could tell she was thinking about how to tackle my knowing about her. I remained quiet to give her time to decide what her next move was going to be."What are you going to do?" she asked."What do you want me to do?" I ask in response."Well, the first thing I don't want you to do is tell my parents. If they knew, they'd both kill me. They already told me they would send me away to a boarding school if they caught me again." What would you suggest?" I asked. A donkey was lead onto the stage. I was then tied belowit and my mouth forced open. My head was then pushed forward until thedonkeys maleness entered my mouth. It was huge and stuffed my mouth tobeyond full. The cock grew and flared at the end, making it impossibletoremove. All the men in the house took turns pumping my head up and downthe invader. I could hear the donkey's breathing becoming labored andthe feel it coming closer to climax. With a whiny, the donkey unloadedinto my throat,.