”“What was that? What did you inject me with?“You’ll see.”Susan started to feel heat in her pussy. First it was just warm, but then the heat...started to build. Hotter and hotter. Until it was almost unbearable.“Daddy, what did you do to me?”She looked down and saw a wet spot on the front of her jean shorts. Her pussy was leaking. Embarrassed, she realized fluid was running down her thighs too.“You dirty whore, your body is actually excited.”“No Daddy! It’s not my fault! It’s whatever you put in. Now ive seen enough porn to know Im no monster but that was a statement that will fuel my ego for a long time....she said " its bigger than my hand....I said " no just about 7 inches" and I gave my b*o a nudge as it bounced up and down....and then I laughed and she laughed with me......then she stepped forward to get the clothes out......she picked all of them out and was struggling...so I stepped behind her and put my hands on the side of the bundle to make it steady and my cock pressed. On the bus ride to school the next day, Daniel listened to another voicemail Penelope had left him. It was clear from the timing, that she was waiting for Brad to go to work before risking the call.“Hello, Danny. I’m ... sorry about how yesterday ended.” Her voice was thin and reedy on the recording. “I didn’t mean to ... the last thing I’d do ... well, I’m just really sorry. Okay? I haven’t always been there for you. But ... I’d really like to see you. If you feel like cutting school again,. I told her it would be fine and not to worry because we would be at the tack shop most of the time. So I arrived at Mr. Monroes house and knocked on the door. He answered and asked what we should do first. I told him that we should go to my favorite tack shop called The Big Red Barn. We went and bought some buckets, halters, lead ropes, cross ties, rubber floor mats, saddle racks, bridle hangers, and a new hose. When we arrived at the house we still had 3 ½, hours left so we screwed a few.