Yes, much like a whore. I felt so dirty yet I was really enjoying it. I even felt my milk-filled breasts begin to leak as the soft cries from my baby ...illed the room from down the hall. I came twice and each time, Daddy berated me for being a slut, a whore, a wanton bitch."Take off your weeding rings" Daddy ordered. I didn't want too, but I knew that I had no choice. It was difficult to do as He was rocking in and out of me. I tried to plead yet the ring in my mouth prevented anything audible. By now I was getting reckless I went near her and kissed in her side neck, ohh my god she bit me in my chest, she was getting fuming and she took off my shirt, and kissed me on my lipsI enjoyed her pounding lips it was so soft and juicy I really enjoyed and then unknowingly placed my hand on her belly and tried to move her top She dragged herself towards the three seater sofa and pulled me on top of her as she laid on the sofa. She was nasty bitch, she gripped my hairs and placed my face on her. He’s not too bad looking himself if I do say so myself; with a mix of reddish brown hair, a clean shaven face, a great smile, and oh my god, those eyes! His green eyes always seem to be peircing right into your heart, melting your insides, the way lasers boil water. It’s not in a creepy way either. I don’t know if everyone else felt the same way, but every time we made eye contact, my troubles seemed to melt away, being replaced by pure happiness. I’ll admit, that when he’s not playing soccer,. Don’t make me wait.”I decided to get back at her for calling me a ‘slowpoke’. I started kissing her all over – her breasts but not her nipples, her face, nipping her nose then kissing down towards her pussy. I felt Jennifer grab my head and try to force it down so I’d lick her pussy but I resisted and started to kiss my way back up her body – this time sucking and nipping on her nipples.”“Ohh! Ohh!! Oh damn you – fuck me!” she yelled.‘Good thing this is a high class hotel with good.