The second straight down into her stomach where he had fully pressed against the wall. The third entirely on her tongue, filling every taste bud. With...that Clara pulled back slightly letting the rest of his juice fill her mouth. There was a lot even after what had already been deposited into her hungry tummy.She stared again at his still hard dick. “Did you enjoy that baby girl?. He spoke slightly softer now, his balls emptied and testosterone lowered. Clara sat there on her knees, unable to. " She paused, then spat out the words ". . . shock treatment . . ." as if their very utterance put a horrible taste in her mouth. "But," she continued, her voice again controlled and hypnotic, "the more enlightened term is 'aversion therapy.'" A series of images began to appear, too fast for the conscious mind of the volunteers to comprehend. But their subconscious, on the other hand, interpreted these images instantly. When an image of large, firm, female breasts was displayed, any volunteer. "Jack said, "You think you're sore now. Wait till you get tailpiped."Mary got a confused look on her face, then realized what Jack meant. She slapped the back of his head hard enough to make it snap over to the side.She looked at me. "Really?"I didn't say anything. I just nodded.Mary took her time as we walked into the restaurant. We got in line and I looked over the glass partition into the seating area. Daddy looked back and motioned us over to him. We passed the line of people and I pointed. Her age has had no effect on the firmness of her meat. She seemed to be petite and silent till today. But today I had decided to test her.I walked up to her and inquired about her husband whom I had not seen in weeks now. Her face just turned blank, she dropped her chin and slowly muttered, “He has started drinking again, and he rarely comes home nowadays”. I had always cared for her but today my intentions were different and I probed her further. I could see her eyes getting wet and this was.