" "I'm sorry, baby. I just can't help it," I interrupted. "You are such a beautiful girl." I tried to turn away, but Tracy held me and hugged herself ...gainst my naked flesh, trapping my hard cock between us. "Daddy, it's all right. I want to be your big girl now, in any way that I can." She lifted her face up and pulled my head down. Our lips met again, but this time she slipped her little tongue into my mouth, and I responded in kind. "Let me help you, daddy," my little girl whispered into my. Is now a married woman living in an fashionable suburb of Denver with her executive husband and two small children. Anne looks for all the world like a woman who has everything. She is a beautiful blonde with a striking figure and a happy, secure home. Yet this twenty nine year old woman had to go to a psychiatrist for two years before she was able to rid herself of guilt stemming from her early bout with animalism. The psychiatrist who does not want even a portion of his name mentioned has. “Fuck me, you bastard! “I own you,” he said in a low firm voice, holding his cock above my dripping cunt. “You’re mine, aren’t you?” No man had ever treated me like this. No man ever came close to possessing me. I was always in control but something was happening. Peter was getting to me like no man ever did. I was losing it and needed him to fuck me, possess me and make me cum. I didn’t care anymore. I was giving myself completely to a man. “I own you,” he yelled, pressing his cock harder. I was rather disappointed to see that she was made out of fiberglass. Although her body was flesh tone, her breasts were hard and rigid. I don't know what I was thinking.I dressed her up in a pair of short shorts and a halter top. I tried arranging the light, to show her at her best advantage. I finally hit the combination that highlighted her features and made her look rather presentable. I watched her for awhile and realized that she was just a statue and she would always be only that. After.