.my cock was limp yet I could feel the Precum dripping out an down my leg, I make an adjustment, being sure to get some Precum on my fingers so I coul... taste the silkyness an pretend it was his. He stood up, pull his shirt over his bearish chest, that I would have willingly massage for my pleasure, an said let’s go....we had dinner, daydreaming the whole time he would get drunk an say something that may suggest a way for his cock to get in my mouth. Never happened... I went back to my room,. Little, did I understand how it was to affect my life? You see, I am Regina Morgan Bushwon or, at least, I was when this story began. You are reading my diary.Dear Diary these are some of my recollections about the secret workings of justice that, you dear reader, may not have heard about, for various reasons of National Security. Rest assured your government is working very hard to see that the truly evil get some of their just reward, here, on earth, now.Daddy, had asked his princess, that. I thought that after travelling, we'd eat dinner and have a nice leisurely evening in a room together." What's that little smirk at the end of that statement about?" Nuthin..." she said innocently. "First time I've ever spent the night with you, that's all." You're beautiful." Thank you. Now, this hotel ... Is it a good location?" Yes, I think so." Then make us a reservation. Friday and Saturday nights. And baby?" Yes, love?" Pick up more condoms." Sounds like you have plans that you didn't. “Abbie, when you soothed me this afternoon, besides talking to me calmly, you did something which I don’t quite understand,” Tim starts.Abbie smiles and pulls Tim to her, his head on her breasts as she strokes his head as she talks. “You mean with the latex gloves and lube?” she asks. Tim nods his head which Abbie can feel against her tit.“That was a prostate massage, honey. It is something different, a way of cumming for men so unlike usual intercourse. You feel pleasure waves throughout.