It didn’t matter. Her breakfast was cum, every day, and often it would be all she would eat until much later. Sir liked to see her hungry, licking a...d sucking the semen like a starving girl – which she nearly was. As she licked the inside of the glass clean, Sir once again grabbed her soft little sack. “Enjoy it, little girl,” Sir said. “I might want to have these taken off someday. You won’t really need them eventually, and they’ll just keep getting smaller and more useless as your hormone. Ben carried her through to the bedroom before taking off the coat andhat which were now wet through. Her hands were still icy cold when hefelt them. He rubbed them between his hands, but he soon realised thatwould do little to help as he was still shivering himself. He knew hewould have to get rid of all her clothes which had been soaked by thesnow before she could warm up. He hesitated for a moment. He was goingto have to take everything off, but the situation overrode any concernsabout. It was a long slender thing with ripples like a penis. It was flexible, but only a little.I returned to my room and placed it at the entrance to Sarah's vagina. I spread her legs wide hoping that it would make it easier to see. I pushed slowly. It hurt a little and I remembered about the lube. I pulled it back a little, played with her nub a little more whilst fingering her folds again. It got wet again and I smeared some of the moisture over the dildo. I tried to push it in again. It went a. Not that it would ever have gotten that far - Candace's father would unquestionably be leaving him a quadriplegic and bleeding profusely on the baggage carousel. Asleep or not, his first-up contact with the front of her panties produced what could only be interpreted as an embryonic moan from those pretty lips and if she wasn't already wet and primed - even asleep - then he was a bad judge of female arousal. Her legs parted, at least to the very restricted limit that tight little.