John had been instructed earlier this week to construct a Judas Cradle like contraption to be shown at the museum, but it wasn’t finished yet so his...tools were spread all over the garage. John had gone to the garage to retrieve some rope to beat his daughter with, but once he saw his half finished device another idea washed through him, consuming John. He would punish Carla, and she would straighten up. He grabbed the rope and headed back to her room. There he stripped his daughter with violent. " OK... I'm slowly standing up and off of his dick now, which is still as hard as ever. I'm dropping to my knees in front of him, wearing nothing but little white socks, holding the phone to my right ear..."Unable to wait any longer, Natalie nestles the phone against her shoulder and lifts her ass off the seat just enough to slide off her skirt. And just when she starts to ease her hand down her panties, headlights engulf the car and she freezes, still listening carefully."Wow, Bill's cock is. My hair was long, so she schooled it up, and push it over my shoulder so it hung over the front. As she did so her fingers brushed my neck, sending shivers down my spine. The shop assistant looked at me in the mirror and smiled.She got her tape measure and put it around my back then around to the front, as she did so her hand lightly brushed across my nipple. It instantly hardened and felt a little embarrassed. She raised her eyes to me and said it was chilly in here. I felt grateful to her. She was falling asleep. Licking slowly up from her pussy to her clit in long strokes I tasted her juice, and the faint trace of my cock. And then, for the first time, I tasted my own cum. Mixed with her sweat, a rivulet had run down between her legs onto the lip of her pussy. Not much, but distinctive. Slightly bitter but not totally unpleasant. A stronger taste that I might have expected had I given it any thought. I kept licking her, neither avoiding the cum nor seeking it out, but getting.