I moved to obey, getting on all fours beside him on the couch. I heard the bag rustle then a squelch like lotion or some other liquid, then I felt the...plug, the tip cool and slippery, nudging at my ass. Slowly he eased it in, and it was painless, thanks to my play earlier and the substance he’d covered it with. I moaned softly as it slid in, my rosebud clenching tightly around the base. Then I was allowed to sit regularly on the couch once more. “How does it feel?” Daddy asked.“It feels good.... . Please stop!" Came from her mouth. He pulled out completely and looked as if he was taking her hips with him. Then with one hard thrust he sent his raging hard cock all the way up inside my tight wife. She screamed out so loudly "ahhhh" as he moaned out too, finally getting what he wanted. With longer thrusts I can just tell how big he is... She bit down on her finger to avoid screaming out but it didn't help. Loud " uh!!! Uh!! Uhhhh!!!" Was being heard in my apartment. He said to her ". A middle finger gently crept upward, pushing against the crotch of my short denim shorts. "Let him hope he'll get laid," I thought to myself as if giving myself a pep talk. "As long as I can lead him on, I'll be able to get what I want out of him." The drive to his house was filled with jokes and relaxing conversation. I began to let my guard down and thought about how easy this guy would be to handle. Maybe I could mildly flirt and even string him along. Go out to dinner with him once a month. Then when I was at Dartmouth my advisor and mentor had me working at the original Institute for Sexual Exploration (ISE) in Hanover, New Hampshire. The success of its initial study (the mall surveys) led to the opening of other ISE centers around the country. As I mentioned, usually in less populated and more middle-of-America locations. I worked at the center in Syracuse, New York for six years; moved to open a center in Pittsburgh, Pennsylvania, and was there for seven years; then five.