Would you like another titfuck, Daddy?" she asked."Sure!" I said, surprised, but more than willing. And I knew that Michelle liked titfucking me as mu...h as I liked getting it!Michelle smiled and stepped back a couple of steps. She slowly removed the robe, letting it slip off her shoulders and slowly slide down her arms behind her dropping to the floor in a white puddle. She was completely naked underneath and I was completely captivated by it!Grinning like an adolescent schoolboy, I watched as. ’ So he continued until he reached 50 hits. At this point he told her to continue inserting and removing a bead while he inspected his work. Her arse was red with hand prints all over. He was pleased with this and stood watching her inserting and removing the beads for a while. He then told her to insert all the beads and come and sit on the floor in front of the bed. He knew sitting down would make her arse even more sore.Once she was sat down he gave her two options. ‘As you know dogs like. He paused for a second, his heart skipping another beat before, without thinking, he asked her for a condom. She stopped, asked if he was serious, waiting for him to tell her no, just like the plenty of times before he did just such. He nodded at her, swallowing. She kissed him again, whispered thank you into his ear, and grabbed a condom off the night table. When he reached for it, she shook her head. ‘Let me.’ She didn’t ask. She told him, but sweetly. She straddled her hips again, standing. I had no time to ponder this paradox, I was far too busy. I was in Mr. Blackwell’s office at five o’clock in the morning, in meetings from six until two in the afternoon, at my desk until nine and working with Mary King until ten thirty. I hit the market on the way home, prepared two meals and crawled into bed with my husband, who seemed to have rediscovered his appetite for making love. I was exhausted, but happier than I’d been in ages. Sleep seemed such a small priority, hardly worth the.