He didn’t care if she could breathe or not. This bitch was his and he deserved everything she had to use her body for HIS pleasure. Fuck her pleas...re for tonight it is ALL about me, I am KING!!!! Slave owner of this bitch that will do anything to please me.With that he rammed his huge cock in her mouth , ramming his hips hard against her wet mouth, deeper and deeper, harder and harder, this bitch was going to pay with everytime she misbehaved, he kept fucking her, deaf to her cries for air,. It made my boyish bulge in front looked more like a girl'smound, not that anyone was likely to see it under the petticoat, dressand pinafore.I put on the petticoat again, held the dress above me and let it slidedown my arms and torso. Thanks to the girdle, I was able to zip it upthis time. I smoothed the bodice down over my body, and swiveled my hipsto make the skirt and petticoats swirl until they laid smoothly over eachother. The frou-frou sound of my skirts heightened my pleasure. It tookme. “Bring that pussy here, girl. I want to taste it.” “Please, don’t make me.” I whimpered, already in motion, bending over as he laughed cruelly, my hands planted on the arms of the chair, my ass pressed to the wall, giving him access to my cunt, not knowing if he’d fuck me up the ass, use his cock or his tongue, not caring, as long as he did use me! I wasn’t disappointed. He started out by sticking his tongue into my cunt as I ground it against the wall, sexual heat making me sweat in the. He wanted to carry on the tradition somehow, she to protect me and the wombs of any girls I might date. "No teen pregnancy allowed in our history, safety first please. We need to remember to keep up the good traditions too." Mom suggested an artificial vagina. She had several dildos for when dad went on his occasional extended consulting-work trips. Not that dad mentioned that; however I did know just the same. It wasn't a big secret that mom had a strong sex drive. But when they had.