Oh shit! Amy was sitting on my cock.Me: Honey! Get up, please!Amy: Yes. I’m sorry, daddy.She somehow managed to get up quickly.Amy: That was embarra...sing. Thanks for catching me. I think I hurt you though.Me: Oh it’s nothing honey. You owe me a massage, that’s all.Amy: Oh. Okay.Me: Honey I need you to help me with something.Amy: Okay. What is it, daddy?Me: I have to create a sales report.Amy: A what?Me: A list of all the sales the company has had during the last year.Amy: Oh…Me: I have to show. Peyton checked the bedroom down the hall from the bath for clean sheets, refusing to think about them beyond a clinical they-must-be-clean-and-smell-nice standpoint. After pulling out the emergency kit, Peyton set on making them some form of supper, her stomach growling protests to its empty state. After a few false starts with the gas stove, Peyton dumped vegetables and stew meat into a pot before retrieving bread and cheese for grilled cheese sandwiches, a habit of hers started from her. ." I rolled over so I was laying face down while Max kept his snout on my crotch area, and he just continued lapping away at my moist pussy lips. I got up on my knees and I lay the palms of both my hands flat on the hay covered ground as I crawled forward in attempt to escape his persistent tongue for even a quick second. Max paused for a moment, taking noticed my sudden change in position and he backed away for a moment as he began to pace around behind me. I turned my head catching another. The general seemed to think it would be good for us both!"Annie took Eric to look around the camp."That girl being punished?" he asked, pointing at the wretched Annette, well into her third hour of marking time and looking ready to fall over with pain and exhaustion."No, Eric! She loves doing that all day long! What do you think!"Eric reddened at this and Annie apologised for her sarcasm. He looked at his girl and saw how much she had changed from the sweet innocent he had known a few months.