I sucked in deep breaths, my heart racing.“This will stop when you fall to my knees and eat my pussy,” she purred, trying to hide how little satis...action she was getting. “I’m so wet.”“Are you?” I asked, fighting to keep from groaning. It was a risk, but I wanted to twist it home. “You don’t feel like you’re putting your heart into this.”She hissed and then spanked me so hard I bucked and stumbled. I caught myself, my manacles rattling. The pain was intense. I had to take it. I had to keep. It splattered me, painted me. Hot lines ran down my cheeks and forehead. One traveled along my nose and reached my lips.I licked it.“Oh, God,” Peter groaned, jerking as he spurted a final time, the load landing short. “Alexandra...”The men cheered louder. Another cock, belonging to Coach Marshal, erupted, splashing my naked, swinging tits with more cum. I rocked back into Daddy's thrusts, my bowels burning with the taboo thrill of his dick reaming me as the jizz ran down to my nipple and. He also eats like a small horse. I do work part time at the truck stop checking the fuel counters and making sure we keep the tanks full. At this time of year it is very important to have enough fuel for the truckers. In one night we had two feet of snow blow in stopping all traffic in town with drifts three feet high more in some locations. My Phone was out and I could not get out of the house. Andrew tired to dig out but it was too much for him. We had enough food, gas for heat and had little. His great feat did not go unnoticed by his parents as they approached retirement, and Oliver was favored even in his family. Having been the only one fit for the throne, the business went to him and he went straight to work; there is not a country where the roots of his business didn't leak into. Notoriously mysterious and distant, Oliver’s personality was at best quiet. Soft-spoken and articulate, he preferred rational approaches to problems, but understands situations that require v******e..