She slapped her tongue along the ridge of muscle that bulged out on the underside of his tool and as she pressed her knees down onto the carpet, kneel...ng before him, her fingers reached down to lift up the dangling weight of his hairy scrotal sac.His balls were like hen's eggs, heavy and filled with come. She ran her fingers over the folds of wrinkled flesh and let his sac dangle against the palm of one hand. And then she explored the muscular expanse of his hairy thighs, loving the very sense. M. tonight because I lied on my application and can’t really type seventy words a minute. But, God dammit he was so good looking. Six feet two inches of pure muscle. I swear, God created this man to play havoc on my hormones. With his sun bleached blonde hair that belonged on a surfer not a successful business owner, blue-green eyes that don’t belong on any man except if he’s Brad Pitt and a killer smile that begged you to rip off your clothes and shout, take me, take me now, please!’ I wonder. " His fingers tightened, and she knew to stand to her feet, pressing her face into his shoulder as his hands dropped to stroke over her back, cupping her ass. "But Daddy so enjoyed your story, and you're such a good little cocksucker, that I wanted to offer you a little reward." Eyes bright, she pulled back, her green orbs meeting his as a smile lifted her lips. "A present, Daddy?" She practically bounced, she loved getting presents from her Daddy ... she had so many little cute outfits, and. SLAP. Fatima’s hand connected with Michaela’s cheek, sending her world spinning. “Answer me, slut!”Michaela quickly bobbed her head. “Yes! Yes, he’s been hurting me. Please don’t hit me again,” Michaela begged.Fatima now grasped Michaela by the chin and forced their gazes to meet. “You will call me ‘Mistress’ whenever you speak to me. Understood, slave?”Michaela sputtered but forced out the words. “Y-yes Mistress.”With a grunt of reluctant approval, Fatima let go of the girl’s chin. “Good. Now.