Or mene uske nipples ko daba raha tha or kat bhi raha tha jisse vo or garam ho rahi thi. Vo chillane lagi “aaahhh aaahh baby make me your bitch aaah... aaah aah.”Fir mene uske shorts utare. Usne panty bhi nahi peheni thi.Mene uski chut pe thappad mara or vo zor se chilllai “aaaaaaaaaaaaahhhh.”fir mene use bed pe leta dia. Or uski chut ke pass kiss karne laga. But uski chut ko hath nahi lagaya. Jis se vo or garam hone lagi. Use tease karne laga. Kuch der ese hi kiss karne ke bad mujse raha nahi. “Daddy, I can’t do it.” She whined, pulling off.“Yes you can baby, take it all.” I ordered, pulling her hair harder downwards. She opened her mouth again and thrust my hips upwards into her mouth. This time we were successful and my cock head slipped down the back of her throat. She gagged again, but held still as her throat muscles clenched around my dick.“Oh yeah, good girl!” I groaned as she lifted off, spit running down her face.“Did I do it good this time Daddy?” She asked, grinning.“Yeah. Do you think we can do it?”I smiled. “I don’t think the question is ‘can’ but is ‘should.’ Let’s talk about it some and pray. I am inclined to say ‘yes’ but it’s not one of those things that has a simple or quick answer.”At lunch with Melissa and Paul, we added it to our prayer list and talked about it with them. Paul said, “One thing I can think of is that Pastor Jim understands early teenagers. Having Karen as a teacher will draw them like flies. Brad will appeal to the girls, too. You will. Bastard son-of-a-bitch that really hurt, you asshole... " etc.—before grabbing her wrists and twisting her around so that her arms were behind her back. I used my belt to secure them there despite her struggles, then spun her again and pressed her back against the wall. She continued to curse me—"... let me go, you son-of-a bitch, get your hands off me... "—as I unbuttoned her coat and reached in with both hands to squeeze her breasts, roughly, through her blouse.She gasped and fell silent,.