, lying on my front. You come up behind me, grab my hair, and whisper in my ear'I want you to watch your face when you cum slut'I whimper.You know how...I hate to see myself.You drop my head back on the bed, and I feel you squirt some lube on my pussyYou push a vibrating dildo in my pussy, and glancing up in the mirror, see the delight in your face as i shudder.You put a vibe on my clit, turned up high. You manage to hit my sweet spot instantly, and with in seconds my legs are shaking and i feel. Wankles became his little gnome self again. Daisy took a breath, looked as if she was about to say something, and then just heaved out all the air dejectedly."Are you finished, my dear?" he asked kindly."Yes." Daisy sat there on the dandelion pouffe with her shoulders slumping and her fat little legs parted."Fancy some Happy Time?" asked Mr. Wankles. He was hopeful, but he knew it was probably pointless."Not today, Mr. Wankles, but thanks. I just don't feel sexy. It's not just the cookeis. Even. She was blindfolded, so she couldn’t see which hands were doing what, and she simply didn’t care. It felt so good to be a plaything for four men. The fact that they were in the middle of a park molesting her on a blanket made it even more titillating. Some fingers pinched her hardened nipples, while others invaded her pussy and her anus. She felt the head of a penis pressed against her lips and opened her mouth like an eager, wanton slut. The man attached to the cock straddled her face and. It was there, in the way it was looking at him--there was caution, but not that expected fear. And it was cute. If David were to move at all during that moment, it would be to scratch his head because the notion of finding something--anything--completely adorable was just... weird to him. Kittens and puppies and even the family of raccoons that had frequently come by their house the spring before--he'd seen it all. They were just animals. Not cute. Not cuddly. Just individual lives passing him.