I had to stretch my mouth wider than ever before to accommodate it, and I knew it would not stop there. Now I knew why my head had been tied in this p...sition. He didn’t want a blow job, he was going to throat fuck me.I felt the cock at my pussy entrance start to press forwards. The head slid in easily, my own special lubrication making things easy for him. But I could feel hi already stretching my pussy lips. I tried to move in my bonds, but nothing responded,, except my fingers. And they did. Philip had gotten two of his actual daughters pregnant and there were several more coming down the road where the first two had been. In the next few years, he knew he'd have more fertile horny pussy to fuck than he could probably manage to keep up with. He could hardly wait to see if he was up to the challenge.While Philip sat there and thought about all the amazing pussy possibilities lying in his future, Beverly, his executive secretary, buzzed and told him she was coming into the office. He. "I-I cannot. We are just too busy." You will not even ask?" Maggie gave it one last try."No." He said the word softly and with regret. * * * * * "You mind if I sit down here for a minute?" Laura asked Bridget. Thegambler was sitting alone, playing "Maverick solitaire" and waiting fora game.Bridget pointed to an empty chair. "Take a load off. Say, you want meto teach you how to play this?" No thanks." She carefully lowered herself into the chair. "I. It was just a bit of playful experimentation... Or, maybe I really am a sick person and simply couldn’t resist the urge to touch the exposed, swollen, wet, shimmering, pink slit. Whatever it was that made me do it, well, what’s done is done. My fingers were still wet from licking the musky mixture of body fluids from them, so when the tip of my index-finger made contact with the distended, almost-mucoid tissue, it glided easily along the engorged surface. Even with the least-possible amount.