”“Oh, my sweet Jesus!” I moaned. Subspace enveloped me like a warm, buoyant cloud, intensifying every lurid word my wife said. My cock grew in m... palm.“And if I do cuck you,” Mandy continued, “I'd expect that you'd help me prepare for my tryst with my lover; you'd shave my pussy smooth, and my legs too. You'd help to dress me, maybe pick out something sexy for me to wear – I'd wanna look hot for my stud, babe. And then? I'd kiss you goodbye, and go hook up with him, and spend the evening. “Please excuse me, Stewart, as I need to make my Daddy cum.” She turned, taking his cock in her hand again. Then she grinned with a devilish thought and turned to him again. “Stewart, I’ll let you decide how my daddy should cum. Do you want me to finish jerking him off and you can watch him cum, or should he fuck his cum into my pussy?”“I would never give up the opportunity to watch a daughter fucked by her daddy,” he smiled.“I’m glad that was your answer because we had planned on fucking. Will. These last few years Susan had become something of a closet nymphomaniac. Ever since she had her first sexual experience with a man, she craved it deep in her bones. She tried to control it by masturbating 3 or 4 times a day, but sometimes that just didn't cut it. She needed dick, she needed Davon's dick. But, how would that look? Bedding a homeless man she just picked up off the street. Susan decided to just put it all out of her head and tried to fall asleep.Thirty minutes went by as she. The metal is soft,rubbery. These are the new cages. I know about them from the CELT-Ex ads. Themesh is actually stronger than titanium: some new kind of new nanotech alloy. Itmust cost a fortune?another silly BDSM toy for CELTs. Still, it saved my ass.I'm going to write CELT-Ex a note when I get back, "Dear CELT-Ex, Youdefinitely need to do something about those dangerous electric prods, but yournew Transporter cage saved my ass..." I push off again,breathing a little heavier. The assholes at.