Yes Daddy," I squeaked out, my face stinging. "Do it again the rightway." I knew exactly what he meant. I stared at his cock under hispants, opened my...mouth and licked my lips, moaning a little bit in inthe most femme way I know, like some porno chic acting for the camera,except i wasn't acting. He was just giving me the freedom to be thewhore I wanted to be ; the whore that I asked, begged him to turn meinto. I shook my hair out as sexy as I could and moved my mouth closerto his cock, keeping. The differences in commitment had started leading to tension in the house. The boys were good for the first couple weeks, trying to keep things quiet, going out with their friends instead of inviting them over for drinks and video games. But just like their commitment to university, they had started off so well only to slip back into their normal routine. Tonight they were downstairs playing some football game on their XBox. The boys always got louder as the evening went on but when some. Martin stroked my thighs while my ankles remained wedged over his shoulders. He was gentle but the hard cock in me jerked powerfully, waiting for the owner to put it to good use. Then he started a nice slow rocking, fucking the full length of his cock in and out of me. I took quiet shallow breaths, not wanting to spoil the moment as the discomfort began to fade his cock and my tight hole adjusted to each other.He was meant to fuck me and I was glad we connected. He loved hot warm holes and I. I did. I thought we were going to get married. I got a 'Dear John' letter when I was in the hospital after I got wounded.”“She broke up with you because you lost your legs?” Sandy sputtered. “That's horrible!”“No, no, she had mailed the letter before I got hurt. It just took a while for the letter to find me. It's okay, really. It was hard at the time, but, well, you move on.”“But have you?” she asked.“I guess. Yes, I have. I had to. A lot of things changed for me in a very short time..