“I’m not playing a game at all. Why does my opinion and reaction to you matter so much?”“They don’t! You’re intimidating. And rude. And ob...oxious.”“Surely you don’t really think that? If so, wouldn’t you just report me? Or ignore me? Why let me continue to niggle at you, to invade your thoughts? Why keep looking at me, tracking what I’m doing, or looking at? Why constantly ask for my opinion?” His smile softened again, and he dropped his voice, putting his head close to her ear. “I want you to. I needed to take charge of stretching my pussy for daddy. I quickly replicated Sarah's position from the video. Except I didn't have a massive long dildo, anyway I wasn't so much worried about the length of Daddy's cock but rather it's width there really was no way my boy pussy could accommodate that and I knew I really needed to stretch myself. I had two butt plugs which I had not yet dared use, but knew that they were perfect for this purpose. They were rubber and looked grossly bulbous and. Started the computer and ran the diagnostics, I have an app that cleans browsing history and unsaved downloads every day…nothing showed up. Then did a complete computer scan and nothing came up. Somehow, someone had hacked at least one picture from my computer…I tried to calm down and evaluate just who that might be. It had to be someone in my blog group. Granted, I have posted many similar type pictures on the blog, but I did it, not someone else. I felt almost violated, intimidated, and a. Bill chuckled, “came prepared “he chortled. Bill squeezed k gel over my bum hole and pushed a couple of fingers in to lubricate me. He then unrolled the condom over his erect cock and squeezed another dollop of k gel over his knob end. “Get on your knees and push your arse in the air,” said Bill. I did as I was told, and Bill came up behind me and began to tease my bum hole with his knob end. “Ok, relax,” said Bill as he began to push his cock into my virgin arse. .