Daddy put his arm around my shoulder and led me in, pushing open the door. There, on the screen, was a woman being fucked from behind, her face twiste... with passion, her breasts jiggling beneath her. The man’s body thrust hard, his hands gripping her waist.“Take it, whore. Take it all!” the man growled.“Oh, yes! Oh, fuck!”The theater was dark, but I noticed scattered men throughout it, watching the screen. Many wore suits like Daddy, businessmen on their lunches enjoying a cheap thrill, and. The suit he was wearing was expensive, probably some big shot lawyer, I thought. The suit made it hard to gauge his weight, but he was definitely a super heavyweight."Yeah, and so what! You don't own me Brad. He made me laugh. He might not be much, but he was interesting: a change of pace, if you know what I mean." Did you fuck him? That would piss me off," said Brad."No. I felt his cock through his pants a few times though. He's just a little guy when it comes to his equipment. Still, I might. It is always kept tucked backbetween my legs but Mr. Karl was apparently not satisfied with how far.He pulled on it so hard he literally lifted my bottom off his lap andonce he had it where he wanted it told me to lock my legs tight and notto let it slip a fraction of an inch.Ms. Brenda then said, "Now Sissie I want to know by your own words whyand how much you want to be a nanny and breast feed. How happy you arethat Karl got me pregnant and how much you are looking forward to showingoff your. She looked straight at Becky, who had moved to the other side of the hot tub from us and said she couldn’t believe how much of a wonderful experience this has been for her referencing last night and this morning. While they were confessing their curiosities about with being with another woman, Becky placed her feet on my crotch to tease my semi-hard cock to full staff. She used her toes to tickle my balls in between the soft strokes of my hardened manhood. Naturally I was fidgeting from the.