I feel you twitch inside me, tightening, stiffening then shooting off there. White hot and creamy spurts are hitting my inner walls; you are pulsing. ...ll you say is this: "Nasty girl. Look what you made Daddy do." You lift me up off of you; deposit me roughly on the floor. Your cock and balls are now in my face. "Clean it up, you nasty girl. Now!" You growl.I so know how to do this, I mean; I must do it about fifty times a day for clients here. I lick all over, cleaning you up. Sucking in your. Eyebrows to be plucked and neat.Ears will be pierced at least once; obvious earrings will always be worn.No small sleepers.Make up will always be worn, as appropriate to the occasion.Nails will always be painted.Dresses and skirts should be obvious, making you conscious of them, andaffecting your demeanor in some way i.e. very short, or tight, or floorlength, or possibly 50s style petticoats, a very full skirt maybeacceptable if it is long and gets in the way. Whatever the style itshould. "Just — err — popped out for some — well, needed to pick these up." He smiled and almost dropped the bag. Allison looked puzzled by his flustered manner."Oh, well, yes. I wondered if that last lot of tax information was all right? Or if you needed to talk it through?"George reassured her that everything was fine and that there wasn't anything they needed to discuss. Clutching the bag of magazines to him, terrified unless they should fall, he bustled inside leaving Allison calling after him,. This position automatically had the effect of spreading my buttocks and immobilizing me, because my back was on the pillows up against the headboard. I could feel the head of Butch's cock near my anus as he bent to kiss my mouth and neck and tits. I was squirming, wanting – needing – his dick inside of me. Then he began to push his cock to the mouth of my hungry anus. OH! FUCK! IT FUCKIN' HURTS!I tried to squirm away but there was nowhere to move. I was lucky if I weighed 70 pounds, and Butch.