"S-Sir?" she asked, her eyes never leaving the flickering flame, even as I began passing the tines of my Wartenburg Wheel through its heart."Don't que...tion me. Tell me why you like it when I fuck you!" Yes Sir. I am sorry, Sir."I love the sounds you make," she said. "It's like you've entered heaven when you penetrate me."Did you know that the sounds you make are different for each hole you fuck?"Are they, my little slut?" Oh, yes Sir, they are. You moan when you fuck my pussy." Whose pussy,. I’m sure I called him daddy. I couldn’t stop screaming ‘oh shit, Jesus Christ and don’t stop.’ I could feel myself about to peak. I demanded him to suck my nipples until they turned purple. He obeyed my commands still using one hand to play my pussy like an instrument. I felt the pressure and screamed ‘I’m cumming’ loud enough for the neighbors to hear me. I didn’t know what was happening to my body. I was truly convulsing. I muttered ‘motherfucker’ over and over. I felt a flood of. Wordlessly, she took my hand and led me to the bed and we lay next to each other on top of the blankets.“Alyssa… I… I… I'm not sure how much I can…”Her voice cut me off. “Mel, it's okay, we can take it slow. How about if we just touch ourselves?”Wordlessly, I nodded my head.I watched as her hands moved over her stomach and then up to her breast as she gently kneaded them and slowly ran her fingers over her hardening nipples. She let out a little moan as the small nubs of flesh passed through. ” I grabbed him and soaked him down with me, then grabbed his shampoo from a shelf and soaped him up. He loved it as much as I did, and when he was clean he took off through the house to dry off on something. I shut the water off and followed him, not worrying about clothes or drying, I would just air dry. They had a big wood fireplace and a stack of wood under the awning by the sliding glass door, so I lit a fire and turned the lights in the living room off. The storm came on hard, suddenly.