I mean I don’t think you need me anymore today. I mean I’m getting kind of tired.”“In just a little while, I want to tell you more about being...a model.” She carried the baby with one arm and wrapped the other around my waist as we headed to the bedrooms.“That will take care of him for a while,” she said as she took my hand and took me into her bedroom.” The bedroom was large but what really impressed me was that the ceiling and most of the walls were mirrored and made the room look even much. It was not long before he started fingering my asshole also; this made me a lot hornier.“Don’t you wish you had 2 cocks?” I joked.I do not think he had the greatest sense of humour; as he pounded my pussy as if I had pissed him off with my chatter. My tits were bouncing everywhere and my head banged the flusher bowl a few times. Then he suddenly stopped; before I could register what he was doing he had pried my asshole open and forced his cock in."Fuck" I yelped and bit on my lips as the pain. He pulls away from me telling me to stay. Not moving an inch, I hear his zipper coming down. His pants hit the ground and I feel him coming closer. I feel his presence, as he grabs a flogger off the table.I hear it snap through the air before it touches my skin. I cry out in pleasure; my pussy twitches harder. I beg for more, each hit bringing me higher. His desire growing more; as he drops the flogger and presses up against me, his cock so hard on my ass cheek.He growls in my ear, his finger. Students normally turn fourteen in the eighth grade.January 29, 2011 – Dear Stepdaddy: Tattoo HullabalooDear Stepdaddy,I've been modeling my life on your writings ever since my daughter turned fourteen. As you might imagine, my entire existence now revolves around my little princess!Now the precocious eighth grader is begging me to sign a consent form so that she can get a tattoo. I know that tattoos are all the rage, but don't you think they'll go out of style soon, leaving my little Sweetpea.