??????????? "Areyou mad? Haven't you noticed a pattern in the girls that don't come back? Allthe prettiest girls were born for service, and I hate to ...ell you El, butyou're a knockout."It was true, she was. Her long black hair curled perfectlyinto the small of her back, framing her pale face and accentuating eyes sogreen it was almost unnatural. Even through her bricklayers tunic, Fitz hadnoticed her figure more than once -- perfectly rounded breasts strainingagainst the thin weave, small, pert. “Daddy, stop!” you demand as you grab his wrist, trying in vain to pull him out. His eyes narrow and suddenly, one finger dips inside. That is when you scream in terror, rising to your tiptoes in an attempt to get him out of you. He hasn’t really stuck his finger in that far. Probably just up to his first knuckle. But it is wrong. He pulls his hand out and then puts it close to your face so you can see there was some slickness on his finger. You don’t know what that means. You open your mouth. The action had a life of its own. Controlled but not controlled. My pussy plunge; then my pussy ascension, each time dragging his stiffy up and down with me and luxuriating in the length of his rod. Then occasionally his pecker knob only was held in me, shaped by me; up, up, to his cock ridge, but never losing it. Then down, spiralling down, plunging down to his balls. I was fixated on my enjoyment.Pleasure registers, pleasure dominates, then pleasure seeking becomes unbounded, yet body to body. ”She stops, turns and moves back to the doorway. Dropping to her knees she crawls over to where I am sitting and holds up the beer, her head on the floor. “That's more like it,” I put the beer on the table and pat my lap, “lay here, NOW,” I snap at her.As she lays across my lap I remind her, “Today is to be a day of punishment for even the slightest infraction or just because I feel like it. You stayed upright in my presence without permission.”I slap her across the ass, five on each cheek,.