"Please fuck my married white cunt baby, I want you inside me." I am not your baby, I am going to be your Daddy, do you understand slut" Yes Daddy, bu... please fuck your slut."I lay on the floor and spread me legs, he smiled and began to lower himself over my trembling body. "are you ready my slut" he said"Yes Daddy , I need you to fuck me."I could feel his cock begin to enter my cunt and I had an immediate orgasm. More and more was going deeper, as soon as he was totally inside me I wrapped. ....it was as if someone shot him with a water gun filled with syrup. Then his pointed at the floor at the stream of syrup all of the way to his mother's feet.Carol apologized profusely as she grabbed the first thing she could find.....tissue. As she reached Bobby and started to dabbed his chest with the tissue...her sleeve continued to drip onto his shorts and thighs. Bobby...exploded with anger...."you stupid bitch....tissue was all you could think of"? Carol stood up straight with her head. None of it mattered, because something magical happens to me whenever I have a dick stuffed deep inside me. Perhaps I suffer from an addiction. There is such a thing. It’s called nymphomania. Well, if I do have it, I wear it like a badge. So that first night, when Mason rose from the floor and welcomed us to The Chamber, telling us that we would spend the next year as sex slaves, all the fear inside me vanished. I welcomed it. I knew I would be at home in this place. My birth name is Emmanuella. So now, I'm there, with my blood pressure up and hormones taking over and all sense gone. I had to sniff it and maybe even more. I decided she was likely to be a while, as she'd only been in there a few minutes, so nipped across the aisle and grabbed the prize, clasping it to my face and inhaling deeply. They were wet already, from her shower I guess, so I retreated to my still running cubicle and decided a quick wank was in order to relieve things. I had just gently closed my eyes and.