”What if we..you know.. have anal?”“What?” he asked me incredulously. “Are you serious?”“Well I thought we could, I mean that way we don...��t need a condom and we can still have sex.” My voice was defensive, even though I didn’t want it to be.“Do you really want to?” he asked. “I mean we can have sex another time to if you want.”“We’re already here though. Let’s just do it and if it’s not good we don’t have to do it again,” I answered.He relented, and I got on my knees, leaning forward unto my. Without him she would be lost, and if, from time to time, he needed a little encouragement to reach her standards of perfection then so be it. She could give him pleasure, she could give him pain, she would do what she felt was appropriate, her judgement was law. She was mistress he was servant, each knew their place and their duty. She knew he was loyal and respected him for it. Once, she had hit him absent-mindedly with her riding crop when a friend, if that was the word, was present. Of. But he is still sitting there, now he proceeds to pull his dick out and smacks me all over my face with this heavy dick of his, as i'm laying there i look up and i see my door open. And to my amazement, i see this blond, blue eyes girl walk in, stands no bigger then 5ft.. 135 pounds, 34b breast and a ass on her that i can see from the front. What can i do? I'm tied up? My daddy sitting there with his dick in his hands, hitting me in the face.. The whole time i'm watching her and she proceeds to. Her hand had found my zipper and she struggled with it as mine ran underneath the sheerness of her negligee onto her smooth warm skin and found an erect nipple. I began playing the soft tip between my fingers and heard her breath quicken. “Come with me,” she said and stood up. Taking my hand she led me to her bedroom and turned to kiss me again. Her fingers found my belt, the button of my jeans, my zipper while our tongues searched and explored each others mouths. We stopped so my shirt could.