Pulling her close I whisper to her that it appears she has a need and I tell her she is a good girl putting me first, she say's thank you Master as my...fingers enter deeper as I tell her "Still" only for her breathing to turn to panting. Guiding her head down to my rejuvenated member I command "open" as she draws my head inside her warm mouth, my finger still inside her while her hips wiggle then pulling her head off my swollen member I tell her to remove her shorts. Sirah is flexible and. “Nothing less than ten bucks a can I’d be guessing. Maybe if we both have one they’ll discount the bill at check-out?” “Why don’t we go out and have something?” she suggested, smiling prettily. I wasn’t really listening, taking in the vision standing there. Short but ultimately tasteful little midnight-blue skirt, cream colored top with lacy edging and the same tiny gold pendant she had worn that day in New Richmond. Flawless little face with not a line to suggest she was now. I wasn't just going to jam it in, that would be rude. I rubbed my head against her butt hole, and teased entry, Finally I put it in."Oh my fucking god!" Becki screamed. I worried that my cock was hurting her, but she assured me she was fine. So I began to fuck her ass. I pounded away, the sound of a flesh echoes against the walls. I pounded her ass, and she kept screaming please, please daddy fuck my ass! This drove me to fuck her harder. Then I had to catch myself, because I was afraid I was. A flashing image of cool porcelain against my face, a welcome sensation as I knelt at the toilet. Moaning and babbling incoherently. The police. I winced against the memory of hurling my guts up as my aunt watched and listened and asked questions, holding my hair. The police?Oh, fuck, it was all over. I groaned and rolled over, setting off a new wave of nausea. My stomach's natural state seemed to be upheaval. Fuck, what had I done? I'd destroyed everything, ruined all my plans for one stupid,.