”“Are you all right?” I asked, concerned that she might be in pain. “Am I hurting you?”“Not exactly hurting,” she panted, “but it is a...little uncomfortable. Just wait, and I’ll tell you when you can move.”I sat there for a couple of minutes while Becky got used to the sensations of my finger up her butt. While I waited, her internal muscles kept clinching on my finger. It was uncomfortably tight. I couldn’t imagine what that kind of squeezing would do to my dick if I ever managed to get it in. “Mmmm, nice subject matter,” I repeated as I complimented him. For a while I caressed his manhood, feeling it throb, feeling its shape, feeling its warmth, feeling its strength and size. I embraced it longingly feeling every inch of it and gently stroking it up and down. We both smiled at each other silently as I did so. I then slipped my palm down, cupping his hanging, twin balls, hopefully full of the cream I had seen in so many pictures and videos of Chris’s.“I’m so looking forward to this. Well, at $20 a piece, that was $200 he'd won just by showing up with her at the dance, parading around for a few minutes and dancing a few dances with her. He grinned with pleasure at the jealous stares he'd be getting when he walked into the dance with Kristina on his arm and with her dressed to kill. Not that Rick needed the money. His parents were generous and fairly well to do.The forced sex was an impulse but it had worked out quite well. He didn't think there were any virgins left in L.A.. "You need to be punished" Mike added and with that, the first of many lashes went flying across her tits as she jerked back from the blow. With each lash Carol cried out as the pain must have coursed through her body. I just sat there, mesmerized as I watched my daughter getting her tits whipped hard by Mike, the lashes leaving red welts as he bore down on her now swollen and discoloured tits. It was then I noticed his cock sticking out of his robe at full erection and I was just about to lean.