Dad's response was to grab my young ass and pull me towards him so that I couldn't get away. Clearly Dad wanted me to jizz in his mouth, and I was cer...ainly willing to let him. He may be my dad but it felt so good and I didn't want to stop. I felt the pressure build up in my balls and gave him one last chance to back down."Here it comes, Dad, I'm gonna shoot!"Dad bobbed his head up and down more quickly and was grunting with deranged lust. My cum fired out of my adolescent prick and into his. The one that always had her attention was from a deep wound along his shoulder blade, the wound that Jon almost thought would be his last."I told you, it doesn't hurt" he said sweetly.That was a lie. The wound might've healed, leaving the scar behind, but there were times when Jon could almost feel its bite once more. He asked Sam about it, and he was quick to confirm that there was nothing wrong with his body, Sam speculated that the pain must come from his mind instead. "Sometimes, when you. Worse still for Jordan, he didn’t even own his body. He had no rights, not even to masturbate now. He was entirely Wendy’s possession, to be used as she deemed fit. He had no say about any sex life he might or might not ever have or enjoy again. If Wendy wanted to sodomize him every time she had a fight with me, she was within her rights to lash out and take it out on him. If she wanted him to eat her ass while I plowed her ... or Tamara, Jordan had to comply. If she opted to dress him as a. "She walked away from the man and went over to the changing rooms and he followed. On the way she grabbed a pair of pants off a rack and when they got to the booths she handed the pants to the man and in front of the attendant she said:"Try these on honey; I think they will look good on you."As they walked toward the end booth she whispered, "When you go inside leave the door open so I can see. Take out your cock and stroke it a couple of times for me. No cop would do that."The man went into.