He bent me over the end of the couch, & pulled my arse back a bit. I felt some cold lube, running down the crack of my arse. He pushed some in with...his two fingers, then three, four!! I was being prepared for his 10 inches. More lube was applied. I was thank full he knew what he was doing………“Sniff this”, he said, & held a bottle of “Poppers” under my nose. I held one nostril, then the other, as I inhaled the fumes. My head felt so light, so relaxed……..I felt his cock push against my. ”“The sofa bed will be loud,” I said. “It will bounce around. It will squeak.”“Then go slow,” she said.“You know I can’t.”I opened her top all the way. I kissed the inside curves of her tits. I sucked on her nipples. She rubbed my cock. She slipped her hand in my pants and stroked it. I took my shirt off.“Straddle me,” I said.“Mmm, yes!” she whispered. I cupped my hands under her tight ass. “Move up,” I told her. “Where?”“On my face.”It took her a second to understand what I wanted. . I told her to take deep breaths and she eventually got passed it. Her red-brown nipples turned pale with the pressure. I then had to see, if even under this duress, she could cum, and knelt down in front of her, making long slow strokes with my tongue from her vaginal opening to her clit. My chin was dripping with her secretions in seconds, and within minutes, she was literally convulsing in orgasm. I was quite surprised, as she had to be in a rather great deal of discomfort from her calves,. After a bit, I was able to capture a picture I was satisfied with, and that I knew Daddy would like. I re-dressed, and walked back to join him. Sitting back down, I saw my drink had been refreshed and I grinned again."Send me the picture slut," was his greeting as I sat. Of course, I instantly sent it to him and then took a nice long drink of my cocktail. Already, I could feel the effect of the alcohol, but I did mind, as I knew it would only help me be the slut I wanted to be. As he was.