She rammed it in again and again, setting up a quick rhythm. I felt ripped in half, and I loved it, utterly exposed to my Daddy's will. I reached down...to rub my clit, but she caught my hand and pinned it above my head. "Oh no, you don't! You're in trouble, missy, and this is a punishment. You're not supposed to enjoy it!"I groaned happily as she bit my nipple. She worried at it for a bit, knowing how much I enjoyed nipple play, continuing to thrust her huge cock in and out. She glanced up at. Being a guy, and an artist, I was always looking at people, mostly women for ideas on art projects that I could use as my memories would allow. Sharon did indeed get up from her desk, and carried a clip board over to where I was seated. She stopped just short of my knees and leaned toward me to show me where to sign yet another form, some consent thing, though I wasn’t looking at it, her cleavage was amazing, and where my eye naturally was drawn to. As I groped for the pen she was. A member of the same sex? Sometimes, boys back at school I masturbated with and did hand jobs with.A member of the opposite sex? Most times.A past lover? YesWhat position do you play in:On your back? Yes. My usual position in bed.Standing? Yes, in front of my big wall mirror.Kneeling? Yes. Kneeling wide legged is my favourite position. It stretches my muscle and I like the feel of my balls swinging.Sitting? Yes, wide legged.Lying on tummy? Not lying but sometimes on all fours in the classic. She got down on her knees and used a magnifying glass to examine my leg and as she leaned forward I could see down her dress. I started to get a hard on and was getting embarrassed as it grew and tried to push it down with my hand. She said you seem to be in good shape and I explained that I played a lot of sports. She examined my face and was so close I wanted to kiss her but resisted. She sat back on her chair and as she rolled it over to a filing cabinet her legs opened and I could see her.