Daddy will then fuck your slut pussy ass hole, ramming my Bimbo Slut Whore against the red velvet wall of your room with force. As we cum, you shake ...ith pleasure and scream obscenities that only Satan could have authored. Two large gold poles are located in the center of your red velvet walled bed room with mirrored ceiling and floor. During the daytime, I tie my Bimbo Whore against the poles with your legs tie with coarse rope so that your slut crotch is wide open for a e-camera to. Dad noticed my look immediately. "I can't do this alone, Sarah," heexplained. "I've been doing a lot of what she will do for you, but Ihave other clients whom I need to work with too. I will still be therefor you, but Amy will handle most of the details." Okay," I said, not sure what that really meant. I turned back to Amy.If I was going to say yes to her, I'd need to know her better. "Tell mea bit about yourself."Her smile had faltered a bit when I didn't say yes immediately, but itgrew again. I glanced around, nobody else observed our looks, our response to the hug.I became obsessed. I wanted to feel sexual again. I wanted to feel lust again. Was it in my mind? Had she felt the same way? When ever I would see her, I longed to take her aside, hug her again, press my body to hers. Our touches became longer, our bodies brushed more often, everything seemed moving in slow motion toward a sexual encounter. I started having fantasies, having her quickly, taking her hard, trying to imagine. I felt a hot warm sensation in my ass, as the hips bucked involuntarily. Somehow the dildo was slightly vibrating in a circular pattern as I rhythmically fucked my ass onto it, stiff cock burning and drooling. Mindless pleasure and lust peaked my neurons as the visions of naked beauties in the magazines and the bouncing tits on the TV urged me on. I wanted to CUM. But I also didn't want to CUM at the same time! I think that was the foundation for my learning how to edge. Still, my body wanted.