After several seconds, he released me. As I turned to return to my room, he patted and squeezed my ass cheek.“Mmmph,” he grunted. "Fuck, you're g...nna be the death of me." And he winked.Ron gathered some clean clothes and headed for the shower."You should grab a shower, too; this whole house smells like fucking," he said as he waggled his eyebrows..I grinned and stepped towards him."You've got to stay the fuck out of here this time," he mock scolded as he held his hands out to stop me.I thrust. ” She jokes. “I think need the real thing...”We cut to our studios in Manchester ... Once again, the corner of our set is made up to look a bedroom – double bed, white sheets, big pillows. We can see lights and cameras mounted on stands and tripods around the bed.We cut to the street outside and see Brigitte’s car drive up and pull into our small car park, coming to a half in the ‘guest’ spot up next to the entrance of our building. The driver side door opens immediately, and Brigitte is out. "The garage was pretty messy. The last owners hadn't taken as good care of it as they had the rest of the house. There were some boxes of junk to sort through and then hosing down the floor and sweeping it clean and finally, unpacking Daddy's tools and stuff and organizing and putting stuff up.You'd think it was pretty boring and it would have been if I hadn't been reveling in catching Daddy constantly staring at me. I enjoyed coming up with ways to drive Daddy nuts -- lots of slow bending over. Sam laid there a while twitching, waiting for his ass to accept the plug and relax."ok boy? see it didn’t take a sec! now stand up boy"Sam stood up, shaking, weak, sweating..."can you go on boy or do you want out?" I’m ok sir" Sam replied weakly"good! now jerk yourself off boy"Sam struggled to pull the tight panties aside to release his cock, once free he started to jerk it"come on boy...you litttle slut! look at you!"this drove Sam on, the feeling of the humiliation was making him so hard; he.