Little Amy Girly-girl. I hadn't the slightest idea what I was doing,but I worked at it with more diligence than I'd ever approachedanything before, ot...er than aggressive inline skating. In a way, itwas like learning to pump on the vert all over again. It was certainlyvery physical. I tried walking like a girl, talking like a girl. Andwhile it caused me pain at first, I fake-giggled a lot.But whenever we drove past the skatepark on some Komori family errand,I ducked down in the car so. Clenching my hands into tight fists, I used my longsharp nails to distract me from the pain in my ass. Strangely,the longer she whipped me, the less it hurt. Actually, by thetime she was done, I felt more hot than hurt, and more tenderthan sore. "Mmm, I love a bright red ass on my slaves." Darting a glace over my shoulder, I watched Sir Michaelemerge from the shadows. I hadn't heard him come down the stairs,which meant he must have been there all the time. It didn't makeany sense, but. Heather was a bit shocked at the suggestion, as this was already moving pretty fast for her. But she let Christine drag her off to the next room. As I watched, Heather's nightie came off and she wound up on the bed with her legs spread. Christine had her lathered up in no time. "Do I have to do this Christine?" "Yes, Heather, you do." If you want daddy to make you into a slut, then your cunt needs to be real smooth." With that said, Christine began shaving between Heather's legs until every. She was still leaking juices, but it didn’t take much for her to be rock hard once more.I leant forward, making her body double over as I fucked her. She was flexible and I literally had her legs folded above her head as I slammed my cock into her tight butt. She looked into my eyes as she whimpered. I leant forward further and kissed her on the lips. We made out passionately as I slammed my cock into her ass as hard as I could.I stood up once more and let her legs free to drop to my side. I.