I angled her head so that my sack was resting on her mouth and my dick was hovering above her face. This time she instantly got what she was supposed ...o do. Looking up at me with a submissive, accepting expression she started licking the underside of my balls.- "Yes, you got a talent for licking balls. Keep doing that and you'll earn that dick in no time."Encouraged by this she put her hands on the backs of my thighs, pulled herself in and went all out. I felt her tongue sliding around my balls. " That's right slut! Whose tits are those?" Yours, Daddy. They belong to you." That's a good little fuckslut!" he said as I felt his fingers rubbing my slit and flicking at my clit. I was wet and slippery, and I was deeply ashamed because of it. My body had completely betrayed me. While I reluctantly traded my body to him for my sister's safety, my body seemed all-but-eager for his touch.When he was satisfied with my arousal and lubrication, my father ran the head of his hard cock up and down. I realise that now that I’m a victim of my own on-line sexual proclivities. The man stands up, grunting as he hauls his bulk out of the chair. I take my chance as he struggles to his feet; and I run towards my bedroom. I don’t stand a chance in my high-heels and tight skirt and the man sticks his foot in the doorjamb as I attempt to close the door and lock it on him. He pushes the door open and I stagger back and fall on the bed. He turns on the ceiling light, harshly illuminating the room. "Ok. LAURIE When I woke, I was nineteen, and the poet held a funnel, stuffed my throat, cunt, ass with that pained Christ face, the image, you imagine, before communion, or just after, when you felt presence, and then, at the cave, the stone pushed back, I entered, and was kept alive, my infant, protected, abused, and helpless, aroused, I stopped the dream, and knew death would be easier than the exigent relief that alluded the Man Called Abel as he fucked dry my ass, and my infant struck out,.