She simply held the small town opinion, usually kept politely to herself, that a large portion of them had the unfortunate tendency to behave like bra...ing, jackass jackals. So she simply shook her head, and tried to ignore the noise and keep on with her reading. ‘Oh that’s so mean! Somebody should stop that.’ The speaker was Cassy Lynn, a pretty brunette who’d never had the backbone to stand up and stop anything in her entire life. Lindi sighed, ah shit, and started to set down her book. Cassy. Daddy was sitting on the couch watching the ball game. He did not even look up when I walked in the room but barked, “Slave position now slut!”Remembering my instructions I dropped to my knees at his feet, clasped my hands behind my back and spread my thighs as far as the tight skirt would allow. He looked down at me appraisingly and ran his fingers through my hair.“How do you like the new outfit Daddy bought you?”I gulped hard before replying “Daddy, I can’t go out like this. I don’t have. Andrew dropped the bat to catch the bag. When it hit his hands, it rocked him backwards. Almost knocked him on his can. The bag must weigh a couple hundred pounds! “Weakling,” muttered the man, who went over, effortlessly picked up the sack, and put it back beside the recliner.“Are you really Santa?”“You think I carry a driver's license for ID? Look sit down. I want to talk to you. And you don't need that bat. Dumkopft!”Kris sat in the recliner. He reached in his jacket, pulled out a long. The tension is too much and you must release your expanding man-meat from its tented enclosure.the release is freedom and allows for some stroking and access. The precum has lubed your cock and the sweet slippery mess allows your hand to glide down to maximise your pleasure. stimulation is sublime.The words and the scenes described increase your tension. the precum flows allowing for a lick and taste of your own desirable nectar. you imagine another guy savouring the taste as it dribbles from.