After what felt like an eternity, he took his fingers out of me and began tonguing my asshole, making me wet and my cock rock hard. The only words I c...uld muster were “mm Daddy, Daddy ooooh” as he continued to lube me up with his saliva. My brain had shut off, and I was in complete submission and orgasmic pleasure. Never in my life did I imagine getting eaten out could feel this good. He gave my now soaking wet hole one final spit and positioned himself on top of me. Not saying a word, he. My hair hung back like a black mane, reaching far down my back. My eyes wide with awe, I paused by the large balcony window. Outside, a full moon hung in a cloudless sky; a moon as yellow as rich butter upon a field of stars; like countless fires dotted across the deep blue firmament.“May I help you?” said a quiet voice behind me.”Without turning I smiled; this was my quarry.“May I be of assistance to you?” he asked again more firmly.Now I turned slowly, fully conscious that the moonlight would. That’s why we worried. It wasn’t all about the sex. It was that feeling. Of being beautiful. Of being loved.Blanket told us about the last time Daddy had taken him. It had out behind the tents. Daddy had him down on his knees, sucking his cock. His pubes had smelled like diesel. He’d held him down with one hand, simply using his mouth while he called him dick sucking sissy and nancy-boy and cock whore. When he’d come, it seemed never-ending, like he’d pumped a gallon of jizz down his throat. So, she liked a little fantasy; a little role-playing.I had almost forgotten that the video had continued to play while we spoke, but Gwen must have been watching it out of the corner of her eye because, despite their small size, her breasts and nipples were once again trying to poke through her blouse. I glanced to see what the scene was that had captured her interest, and saw the “girl” now on her knees sucking another monster cock belonging to a different “professor”.“You know, Gwen, you.