I inspected her greasing process ------- when I inserted another finger making it three – Master how many more Jay asked ------- Just another one I ...aid and a thumb with a smile ------ good girl push back ------- she had cleaned herself well only clean liquid owes through my fingers.Good girl offering my hand to her mouth for sucking and licking clean.I am always buying Jay presents and this week was no exception opening the side draw I removed a beautiful pony tail attached to a but plug of. I stood and dropped my shorts and underwear. My cock popped out and was already getting hard. She looked and smiled. “Can I touch it?” “Sure if you want to.” She reached out and let her hand wrap around it. She was smiling and began to stroke it. She asked “Does the stuff come out of it?” I laughed a bit and said “Yea if you do it right and long enough.” She said “We have all afternoon for you to show me.” She kept stroking my cock which was really hard. I told her how good it felt, and to. She was happy with it. My daddy couldn't keep his hands off of her. I used to feel sorry for her when I was growing up. I'd come into a room and find them lying on couch, or sitting together and he'd be grabbing and squeezing her ass. As soon as they saw me she'd quickly push him away or he'd look up at me and move his hands.To be truthful, when I was very young, I was embarrassed by it. None of my friends had parents who were constantly feeling on each other. They all had parents who were. I could her myself screaming internally. The ball-gag meaning only a muffled cry could be heard. However, no one could be in any doubt to the pain as the tears ran down my cheeks and the drool flowed out of my mouth as she forced that 10inch cock deep inside my ass. She released my hair and her hands gripped my hips and she pulled me to her. I was being used. I was nothing more than a piece of meat to her. She just wanted to fuck me… hard. As she pounded me, it became harder and harder to keep.