She ran her fingers up and down the hard shaft feeling all the textures. There seemed to be a very thin layer of loose skin covering the hard interior... As she moved her hand up and down the semi-loose skin partially moved with her hand. There were small red and blue veins on the surface embedded in the skin. A little deeper was a hard core of the cock. It was the inner core that pulsed under her touch. There was a large soft that ran the length of the cock from the base into the head. He was. Feeling a little lost, I wandered into the kitchen and put on the Kettle for a coffee, automatically setting out two cups. When Daddy walked in he grinned, "Well, I don't mind if I do" he said, "Nothing quite like a hot coffee to soothe the nerves"I looked at him questioningly, as it seemed a strange thing to say, but he just smiled at me, "I've put him in the spare room" he said, "I thought it best in the circumstances as he was snoring quite loudly"I giggled, "Yes he gets like that when. I’ll have to let some guys cum in me for the rest of the week, I’m pretty sure this will work.”“Did I get off? No, I was too focused on getting fucked to enjoy getting fucked. Maybe tomorrow.”“Who in hell stuffed a goddamn log up my pussy!?”“Really? I guess black guys are better hung, I thought he would split me.” “Well, it was fun but I don’t want a mixed kid so I hope he was just for fun.”“You want to hear about them? All? It turns you on?”“Wow, I guess it really does turn you on.”“Eleven. After that, we kissed again, and on Mistress’ instruction I turned over, positioning myself on my hands and knees, on the rug in front of the coal fire, and she gently ruptured my hymen with a length of brush handle covered in a condom, and coated with Vaseline. As she pushed the handle up inside my body with one hand, Mistress stroked my clitoris with her other hand, and whispered to me that I could cry out if I wanted to; she wouldn’t think less of me if I did. She said that if it made me.