So I left the house. I am warning you, I know you like her, but if you try to come to her defense, I will not be talking to you for a very long time. ...he has hurt me very badly, and until I get the truth, I will not be going back home.“If she calls you again, ask her why she hasn’t called me. Yours is the first incoming call I have had since I left work yesterday. I left home at 10:00 last night.”I heard a sob, and a very soft; “But I love her, I can’t shut her out.”“Fine mom, I love you but. Knowing how bad he wanted me was driving me crazy. So, I sat down in the chair at my desk, lifted up my skirt, and furiously finger fucked myself until I quickly came. I then took off all my skirt and sweater before taking the picture from the printer.As I returned he had already shed his clothes as he sat on the couch stroking his long, meaty member. As I handed him the picture he tried to touch my naked body. As I rejected his advances I said, “Stand in the entrance of the living room, put. Please..." she pleaded, in between her sobs. "No..." He bent down to pick her up and her pleading got louder. "No, Uncle, please, no more. Don't do it." She tried to wrestle and wriggle away, but his grip was firm. "It hurts. Stop." And then as if she remembered, "Sir, master. Please. I can't take it, Sir." He acted as if he was considering it, pleased that she called him 'Sir' and 'master'. "Hmm! OK. No more caning. But, what should I do instead?" She took a while before she said in her. So warm and wet, not to mention incredibly tight. Instincts over- took me and I continued to press my hips forward. Helen's pussy was tighter than her mouth, but gave way much easier to penetration. She was panting and moaning so loud in my ear that I could hear little else. Instead of slowing me down her moaning and panting spurred me on. Helen's pussy gradually stretched to fit all of me. My only concern at the time was to relieve my self the burden of my orgasm. It did not take long before I.