?Come in?, she heard a deep, staunch voice direct, and slowly she opened the door and entered the large and old Victorian office. Mr. Fortune was sea...ed behind his huge antique desk reviewing some papers when Trisha walked in. Mr. Fortune raised his eyes over the rims of his glasses and firmly stated, ?Miss Johnson, sit down.? Nervously, Trisha sat down in wooden chair directly in front of the desk, crossing her legs and anxiously trying to pull her short skirt down. For what seemed like an. I also happen to stand about three or four inches taller than him. I can’t do him justice by describing all of his attributes individually, because it’s the combination that works so well, but suffice it to say, he’s fucking beautiful, and most everyone would agree.His eyes returned from the crowd and I sharpened my eyes from the lovesick glaze that had fallen over them a second ago. “I’m happy…”That answer hurt me more than he could have known.We finished eating and headed back to his room. . She's wearing a pair of skin-tight, black leather pants with half a dozen zippers and pockets. Oh my god, those thighs! Pure muscle and strength sculpture of a huntress. My mouth is still open, ready for a scream, but she opens her captivating, midnight red lips and curls them into a ‘you better not’ smile. Pressing her finger against my lips she cocks her head, closely studying my face.“I was hoping you’d join me,” she purrs in a low raspy voice. I smell blood on her fingers and I suddenly. "Cum on Daddy's prick. Daddy's gonna fill you up baby. OHHHH I know I shouldn't cum in you Brandy, but I ... can't ... help ... IIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIITTTTT!"Brandy just barely got her cookies as her Daddy's bone jumped in her well-fucked pussy and she felt that lovely hot flow of liquid love flushing into her. She thought about what Bobby had said, about the possibility of pregnancy. A rush of heat washed through her at the thought that her Daddy might be making her pregnant. If she had.