Inand out I throat fucked myself, letting my mouth drool and whimperinglike a desperate bimbo..which I was, I am....."What are you, bitch" He demanded...in a low voiceI pulled the wet handle from my throat, "I'm a stupid painwhore, Daddy" Who's painwhore?"I'm Daddy's painwhore, I'm Daddy's painwhore!" I said quickly, kissingthe handle again now between phrases."Good...turn around, painwhore...on all fours....show me what you want,slut"Oh he was doing it again now, making me ask for it, reminding. "Well then, said Bella chuckling again. "We'll just have to rig up some fishing poles so you can find out what it was. Maybe we'll have a fine fish dinner!" She grinned. "You know, turtles don't bite all that often. Not people anyway. But if there's fish in this pond, there might be a turtle too. If you catch him ... now there's real good eating!"Frank Jr. decided he'd been in the water long enough, apparently, because his feet churned too and he tried to run to the shore. Becky's pussy sliding. Ed told her he agreed with her about a marriage not being salvageable when one the partners asks for a divorce and told her about his situation. He could see that she had some sympathy for him because of his divorce.They talked about what social activities or other activities they engaged in. Ed mentioned his jogging and golf. She asked him what his average score for eighteen holes was. When he told her it was about ninety she said that was about her average score.He was enjoying talking to. But Ted’s road had not yet ended. She appreciated his acquiescence to this final act. Wendy walked slowly around Theodore, his thin naked frame stretched across his upright arms and thighs. His slender ass hung unprotected behind him. Wendy stepped carefully behind him, her massive boots clumping heavily on the tile. Ted felt her behind him, the heat radiating from her spectacular blue latex-encased body. She bumped him with the dildo, and he shuddered involuntarily. Finally she situated.