“Fuck ME dad! Make my cheating cunt regret being such a dirty little slut!” I said with gasping breath and I could see it was driving my dad crazy...Dad slammed his throbbing cock balls deep into my tight married cunt as I threw my head back screaming in pleasure. He started piledriving my gushing pussy for 10 minutes straight making me have multiple orgasm's that lasted almost 80% of that time. My eyes rolled into the back of my head as I became just another cheap bimbo cock sponge for my. All of sudden I feel exhausted, like thewind up spring is all unwound. I must look visibly tired, because theheadmistress says, "there is a sissy nap coming up, you could change intoa nighty and get some rest."I respond by stifling a yawn. "Yes Headmistress." Sissy nap time isawesome. In the afternoon we get to put on pretty negligee and get into agiant cuddle pile and nap, or grope (or be groped by) someone special (orthe horny gurl that just happens to be next to you.)."But first, we. I cast my gaze about and saw nothing to suggest that he was with anyone else. That made little sense since we all knew that he’d been trudging along for the last week or more in the company of others, most likely slaves since Ferguson had told us that Winslow had taken some. He’d had them dragging travois laden with whatever had been plundered from all the other villages that he’d sacked. Those slaves should be somewhere about, waiting on their master’s whim. I couldn’t see them. I also. "Hey, Homer," shouted Louie from the cab of the train, "Cut out that shit about their eyes and hair and chin for chrissake! Tell us about their boobs. The guys that read ASSM want to know how big these babes' titties are. And be descriptive. They want to hear about 'humongous hooters,' 'bountiful bazookas,' 'magnificent mammaries!'" Shut up, Louie; I'm writing this story!" I yelled back. "I don't *write* about ladies' bust sizes! This is a serious literary exercise in which six well-known.