” I watched with satisfaction, as I saw the tears well up in her eyes. “Lie on your back on the table. Adoule, you get on top of her, facing her,...with your head over her left shoulder. That’s it, Sarah. Guide him in and turn your head to the left.” As I was speaking these directions, I strapped them to the table, with both their limbs in the same straps. Adoule was visibly shaking with arousal, and I could see he was trying to move inside her, but they were strapped too tightly together for. Oof, owie!!? Andthen I pulled the switch up to my shoulder and looking down at those beautifuleyes I said, ?ask me for it,? ?Please Daddy, make it hurt real bad!!? She lookedscared and excited and then her face started trembling as the switch paintedher labia with pain. I switched her hard between her legs thirty or forty times,letting up a little every few strokes and then coming back harder than ever.She started sobbing, the tears running down her face, ?Oh aaahh oh please Daddy,ooooh. Her diner had been the center of town life for at least thirty years; she knew everybody and everybody knew her. She clearly loved her daughter and she seemed to have taken a proprietary interest in me; like a surrogate mom.I lived in a little bungalow. It was a bachelor life, just me and my dog Buster. I got Buster from the Madison pound. He’s big and ugly and unconditionally loyal and loving. Somebody who still suffers from hyper-awareness and other PTSD symptoms needs the calming influence. Then together we had one stupendous mindshattering orgasm. I was still pounding up and down on him till he wentsoft. I said, "Noooo, I need more, fuck me, fuck me, fuck me." What hadthat Blue Milk done to me?Afterwards Marty told me, that while he couldn't leave the building, he hadthe next two days off. Needless to say, we staid together for a two daynon-stop fuck session. At the end of which my boobies were sore from allthe sucking (note- I didn't make one milking stall session in those.