Everyone, including Matthew, had their heads buried in their books.When he arrived home Matthew emailed his teacher. "I want your mobile number now."T...ffany was reluctant to send her mobile number to a student, but at the same time she didn't dare test them again, so she sent her mobile number in response.Matthew now knew that she was falling further and further into his trap. Feeling brave, he immediately replied with his own mobile number... and a demand. "Send me a selfie of yourself topless. Ouch!" Does it hurt when I pull you by your ponytail, precious? Get on thatcock and start sucking. Yes, Good girl. Let daddy guide you. Deeper,suckslut. Good girl, Megan. Now take it down your throat."(gagging sounds heard)"Poor little slut drooling down your chin and onto your pretty littledress. Mascara running down your face. Such a little fag in your dress.Suck it. All the way in. Down that throat again. Use that tongue on thebottom of daddy's fat cock. Yeah. That's it. Good girl. Yes.. It was a light rose in color with white bows andlace. Mom stood behind me and held me as we looked into the mirrortogether. I started to tear up. What was happing? I was being treatedlike a girl by my family.I lay down and my mom tucked me into my bed. I was exhausted. What a day.The worst day of my young life. My mom then put her hand under my babydoll and gently rubbed and pinched each of my nipples, as if to also saygood night to them. Then she kissed me good night. She usually kisses meon. “Do not look away from me, girl. I want to see that pretty little face of yours, see you as I use your body.”He stuffs his wet fingers into your mouth and down your throat. The taste of your own juices gets you even wetter. You choke on his fingers and try to bite down on him. His hand pulls away and his other hand lets go of your wrists. He looms over you and in an instant his hand is around your neck, squeezing the sides of your throat. “I’ll give you something to bite on,” he growls.