’ ‘They’ll love you. Look if you come with and start to feel uncomfortable we can leave. All you have to do is say ‘Misha I want to go’ and ...e’re outta there.’ ‘Are you sure?’ Bending down and kissing her lips, softly he whispered ‘Yes I’m sure.’ * Misha drove through the dark night, the car speeding down the motorway, his eyes on the road in front. Speaking into the microphone of his hands free that sat above his head by the mirror, he gave Robin his instructions, ‘Phone up in the morning and. Well, he had the shooter pressed up against his spine, so perhaps ‘let’ wasn’t strictly accurate. It was more a case of having no say in the matter. He still wasn’t afraid, not exactly, but he was wondering what the fuck was going on. Wild thoughts were swirling inside his head. That mention of a ‘new shirt’ was ringing alarm bells, but he didn’t know why. There was a dilapidated old portacabin standing by the mill. It looked as if it was propped against the wall for support. Zitface told. Pulling the vibrator out of my ass I plop it in his mouth and tell him to clean it off. He is standing there looking kinda dazed at what's happened. His cock is hard against his leg, but still imprisoned in his jeans. I walk up to him and pull down his pants. Grabbing his cock, I take a hard slap at his cock and then twist him around by it and bend him over the table. Pulling the cleaned vibrator out of his mouth, I start pressing it against the entrance of his ass. I reach around and. He went fast and then suddenly stopped. he made slow, small strokes with just the head of his cock inside her. Lisa was going crazy, lifting hr legs higher around him, pulling him deeper inside.And still wanting more. Lisa cried out without thinking about it, it just happened: "oh Dady! FUck me, Daddy...please...harde daddy. Fuck me like your little slut." The owrds he heard from his daughter startled him, fuck me like your little slut? but...he was not in a position toignore such a.