We all contemplate on it with utter delight.Nobody is exempt from dreaming of hard bondage,Nor excused from the desires of erotic goth sex.I call her ...n exquisite bitch without further ado,And inform her what a lovely tramp she really is:For she needs a mammoth cock slammed in her throat,Chained to the wall maybe till her wrists bruise,Or perhaps hogtied to the table as I cane her fat ass,Or possibly handcuffed to the bed as I spray her pretty face!I label her a gorgeous slut without. When her breathing evened out he stepped away from her and she lifted her head to look at him. He placed his hands on either side of her face and kissed her gently on the lips not once but twice. When she opened her eyes they were still sparkly with tears but the pain was gone. He stepped back so she could walk into the room, but when she continued just to stand there he bit back a smile and pulled her slowly into the room just enough so he could get the door closed behind her. He stepped away. Absolutely gorgeous. She, like many times before, caused my prick to respond to the sight of her and turn into a virtual telephone pole.Breaking my staring fest she spoke. "Daddy, ... Daddy ... DADDY"Coming back from my dreamy state, I asked "What is it Princess?" My titties ache and I'm a little scared something bad is wrong with me".Wow, so what do I do now? A dilemma indeed. Do I take the safe way out and tell her there's nothing wrong with her and to ignore it and it'll get better or try to. ”“OW!”“Hush! or I’ll slap your puss.” She gripped Stace’s hips and forced her next to the closest pew. “Now, sit and be a good little girl!”Stace sobbed, but she sat. This wasn’t the deal he had told her. She pushed her pelvis to the edge of the pew.The lady threw the hem up to Stace’s waist. She pushed her face between her legs and sniffed. “Barbara’s was sweeter.” She swiped her tongue up my daughter’s slit. “But you’re not bad. I guess you might be a virgin, at least enough to imagine it..