It became a routine for us to chat at night, we talked in real in front of others like nothing was happening. Every night we had some session, she was...getting more and more submissive, but never sent pictures. One such weekend, she was alone in the flat for the weekend. My parents were out of town. On the Friday night, while chatting she asked meShe : Is daddy hard yet?Me : Nope, Daddy needs some visual delight to get his engine running.She : Daddy is welcome to see his babe.I was shocked at. I can't argue with that.Kirsten and I walked hand-in-hand over to her house for lunch. I was nervous, but not horribly so. Her mother seemed nice enough. My big fear was that she would decide that she needed to keep Kirsten away from me."Do you know why my mom invited you for lunch?" I assume because she wants to grill me."Kirsten smiled, and my heart sped up even more. "Yep, that's pretty much right. I'm an only child, and my parents are protective. Don't worry, though. If she grills you, she. It was a long session that day, and by the end of the session, she had treated him to a lot of his favorites. She slapped him enough times that his light brown cheeks were orange. She dragged him all around the room on his knees, with his nose between her buttocks. She made him lie down while she walked on him, and slapped every part of his body with her feet.She spat on him many times, and told him how disgusting and vile he was, using synonyms and metaphors that would make a poet in the. He confidently pulled his tongue out to lick my pussy and fell in my trap.I applied pressure on my urinary tract and showered hot piss inside Donald’s mouth. I hadn’t taken a piss since I came to his house and there was an abundance of wastewater waiting to be let out.Most of it went in Donald’s mouth and when he didn’t like the taste of it, he tightened his lips.I slapped Donald’s dick and balls a few times to make him open his mouth. He did but turned his head to avoid my hot piss.Me: If you.