“Why?”“Because I said so!” he snaps. “Besides, good girls get rewards.” Now I am VERY interested. What did he mean by rewards? Could h... help me with my writing? Or making food? Or… other things?I reluctantly say “Ok… sir…” I want to appease him. “Good girl. Always call me ‘Sir’. So you want to know what I make girls do?”“Yes!” I’m riveted.“Yes what?”“Uhh, yes sir?”“Good girl. I cuff their hands behind their backs and make them kneel to suck my cock. I grab their hair as they suck.”. Then she went looking for her cell phone. After starting the coffee, feeding the cat, and checking in with Helena, she walked back down the hall and stopped at Keiths bedroom door and looked in. He was on his back now with the covers kicked down to his knees. His cock was laying across his lower belly, half hard and appeared to be napping on his stomach like a puppy. She grinned again and went on into the bathroom to take a shower and brush her teeth. When she was done, she went back to the. ”Suddenly the rest of the conversation came into my mind and I hit the pause button.“What?” Liz asked.“You can watch the rest of this without me,” I said as I quickly got up. I headed off to the bathroom. I might as well have stayed. I still saw the video in my mind even though I’d never watched it. My dad had put his arm around me.“You’re a good son,” he had told me. “I love you and I am very proud of you.”I was splashing water on my face when I heard a soft knocking on the bathroom door.I. .. it wasn't easy ... she was tight, but the cock made its way... all the way inside.She could feel the huge one inside her, her pussy was grabbing his cock so tight like a succession, whenever he moved back, his cock used to pull her along. He started stroking harder and the pussy started becoming little softer and so wet, that he could hear the notice it is making. Every push he made it so hard that his balls were flapping her but. Her legs where so spread that he could go fully deep. The.