Hers was that of a slut.And yet, between the two of them, there was no doubt which I preferred.I preferred the slut.And I say vehemently that this was...not simply because she was comely and roused my own sexual interest. I was quite sure she would never tilt with me on the sheets of a bed.Rather, my preference for the girl's company was because she was full of love and laughter and joy, while her father was wracked with guilt, condemnation and hate.It gave me much to think about until the wee. .Insert your tongue inside and lick it. Taste the piece of ass.”She was disgusted to hear this………….Lick an ass hole……….Eekhhhhhhhhh…She waved her head in a negative fashion. She had never licked an ass hole but she had no choice. So she opened her mouth and began licking his ass. She liked the smell and taste of his anus. She rolled her tongue into round and inserted in his ass hole. She began rimming his ass while Sultan was fingering her asshole. She repeated the actions what Sultan was. Oh, God, No! It's t-too big? I-It'll tear me in two... rip me! It's a monster!"Hurry up... damn it! Put it in! I'm just about ready to cream all over your cunt, now!" It was an order. His voice was steel-hard.He lowered his hips, while Charity spread her smooth, white young thighs even wider and guided his thick, heavy prick down toward the tiny, moist opening of her vagina, using its bulbous head to part the cringing fleshy lips of her cunt, her mind reeling with both fear and anticipation. It. She just did it to reassure her own mind that the bonds were truly gone.She looked up at him, then quickly looked away again when she saw him rubbing his groin through his khaki pants. “Oh, no, please don't do that!” she whispered, begging some more. “Please, no, I've never even seen one, and I don't want to!” She closed her eyes as he began opening his pants.She heard his belt jingle, and the sound of his zipper. There was silence for a long moment, so she opened her eyes a crack to see him.