And even as I kept glancing over at her, I couldn’t get Sharon out of my mind. After class, I headed back to my apartment, and took stock of the foo... situation. I had told Sharon that I’d do home cooked spaghetti and meatballs, and I needed to see what I actually had. It turned out that really, other than some Quaker Oats – which I’d use in the meatballs, to help hold them together – I didn’t have anything for the meal I had proposed. So, it was off to Kroger to get what I needed: ground chuck,. Fuck me – fuck me – fuck me!”So, I did. Fuck it, that is. And I can say I wasn’t all that nice about it. I began to really pound into her harder and deeper with each and every stroke, bruising her inner walls.“Harder, eh? You want me to fuck your ass harder, little girl?”“Yes, Daddy, harder. Fuck your little girl’s ass harder. Shove your cock up my ass so deep and hard it hurts.”So I put my back into it. I gripped her hips and began slamming my cock deep into her ass, each stroke faster and. .your Boy secured naked to the wall only allowed to observe your pleasure, and wait in anticipation to be released to be used for Master and his girlfriends pleasure. While watching I am desperate to be involved, to have release from the pressure building in my penis and balls as I watch Master and his girlfriend indulge in such amazing pleasure. Master's girlfriend breaks away briefly from Master, approaches me and applies a condom to my throbbing penis, and begins to squeeze and wank me. I am. I lost my control. I intended to hug her, but suddenly her phone rang. She rushed towards her phone and started talking. I scolded myself. What the hell I was doing?. I should control myself. She was talking every time and so I was just looking here and there. I entered her bedroom. The room had the fragrance of rose. There was a PC on the table. I opened the drawer and I was shocked… I saw some adult magazines. Full of dirty stories, erotic pics, and phrases.Well, it was a normal thing I.