“That’s so good,” Don groaned. “Such a stupid girl,such a pretty, soft butt.” He worked his cock harder.“Such a so...t butt,” he said again, and smacked hislips. “Pretty butt, all mine.” “Please fuck me, Don,” Fanny said simply. “Everyonetoys with me, but no one will ever fuck me.” But Don ignored her; she looked so beautiful bent overthe table, as though she bore a great weight on hershoulders, the burden of satisfying. Daddy's complete control was - by training - intentionallybeing slackened and a small measure of independent thoughts allowed toroam in the boi's head. One of these was the ability to enjoy theattention of other men there to dominate him. The boi was doing his slow dance, his cock twitching slightly as thesecretary returned carrying a tray with coffee. The boi didn't miss asingle beat in his dance and neither did the secretary. She wordlesslydeposited the tray on the table and stood at. " My words made her cunt flow. She can't even resist, but wrapped her lips around the fat head of my cock. She licked up the pre-cum, loving it's taste and then swallowing the rest of my rod. She can only swallow about a third of my cock before she gagged. I moaned and appreciated her effort. " Relax your throat, babe. There you go. Swallow my cock when it gets to your throat. Be a good girl and swallow my whole cock. Oh yeah, that's it. Oh your husband taught you how to be a good cock sucking. .. I'll go check." She stood up and walked outthe door and onto the wooden sidewalk.She'd gone perhaps fifty yards, head down, as if counting boards, whenshe heard a voice in front of her. "Why, a very good afternoon toyou, Miss O'Hanlan." Who?" She looked up to see the broad smile of Ethan Thomas. A smallshiver ran through her, her body remembering what they had done thelast time they were together. "G-Good afternoon, Eth... Mr. Thomas." It certainly is now. I was just making my way to.