She was so aroused now that cum continuously trickled down from her hot swollen pussy to keep John well lubricated. He began to increase the pace, gri...ping her calves tighter in a bruising grasp. Beth reached down and began to roll her fingertips around her hypersensitive clit. The harder John plunged his cock into her aching bottom, the faster she strummed her fingers across her little nub.“Why haven’t we tried this before?” she gasped breathlessly.Sweat pricked on their hot skin and rolled. "Do it!" she suddenly cried, and I didn't need a second invitation.I rammed two of my fingers into her as hard as I could, and she cried out in pleasure. I held my fingers deep inside her and slowly wiggled them, producing a few moans from her once again. I slowly withdrew my fingers again and rammed them back into her once more. I repeated this, gradually picking up the pace of my finger fucking her. She was groaning and writhing around on the table. I started using my other hand to gently rub. I pressed close as I cupped her tits. She cried out at first but when her naked ass brushed against my two erections she stopped. She reached back with one of her soapy hands and stroked one cock and then the other. She let out a gasp of surprise. I told her what I wanted and her body began to shake. I pushed her shoulders down bending her over the sink."Tell me how much you want me," I asked."As much as I ever wanted anything in my entire life," she stammered."If I make you cum will you suck. I thought she’d be… I don’t know unhappy being made fun of. She seemed VERY happy though so it made it fun.” Daddy looked deep in thought for a bit before taking a drink and another pull from his pipe. “That’s the thing Bud. Different people like different things. Some people might think they’re being made fun of, or humiliated, degraded etc. But other people like the feeling of the shame. They ENJOY being made to feel that way. Does that make sense?” he asked. “Yes sir.” I answered.