”What the fuck kinda world was I living in? I didn’t stay there, I mean why should I? I had already done the deed more than once, and if Tracy was...’t allowing it, she surely didn’t seem to get angry at the idea. I stood up and walked to her bedroom. She was bent over getting something on the floor of her closet. I starred at her ass, but could not bring myself to walk in the room.She stood up and in her hand she had the large dildo. She looked at me and smiled. She saw me looking at it, and. "Honey," he said, "there are two things that concern me. First, you're so nervous. Second, will you make me a promise?"Cindy was completely relaxed and knew she looked it. Raising an eyebrow she asked, "Promise?" No quickie at the altar rail? Promise?" he asked with his eyes dancing."Pooh!" she exclaimed, "You're no fun! Of course you're a banker so what can you expect?" Then she daintily stuck out her tongue and then grinned.As they neared the church, she took her father in her arms and hugged. Then he said, "A lot of folks think farmers work from sunup to sundown and there are times when that's true, but most of the time I get up at 6:30 or 7:00 and have my coffee and breakfast before venturing out. I like a little quiet time in the morning to think and plan out what I'm going to do for the day. I was just making a list of what we're going to need to fence the livestock. I thought as long as we were doing that we could pick up what seed is available from the supply houses downtown. As the chemical took effect, the erection grew mightily. My testicles, too, began to swell and soon I was primed and loaded for another marathon rape.I hastily chained both women to the brass bed and reached for Mellissa's firm young breasts. She whimpered as I squeezed her nipples but made no other protest. The hours spent as fuck-toys, near naked, on the big mattress in the cellar, had blunted both women's sense of shame. Both of them knew that the 'nasty, amoral, schoolboy-jailer', as.