“Yes, I did.” “See this?” she said, pointing at herself. “Yeah?” “My dad is German. And he sends me money every month. That’s how I ca... afford this kind of place. That explained her height and her facial features, I thought. “What do you want to drink?” she asked. “Wine?” “Sorry, only beer or whiskey.” “Whiskey with ice, please.”She disappeared into what must have been the kitchen. I heard her open and close a cupboard then the sound of the ice against the glasses. When she came back she gave. He pulled out, went into the bathroom and returned with the glass, which he held beneath my ass and told me to stand up and squat over. He put two fingers into my ass and spread it apart slightly, until the liquid started to spill out of my ass and into the glass beneath."Push the rest of it out slut"I pushed and forced the rest of it out."Now get down on your knees slave". I got down and turned around, and saw that the glass was now almost pull of piss, and realised that he had pissed into my. Each powerful suck from her dad's greedy mouth gave her a stunning blast of pleasure, and she creamed steadily and helplessly, drenching his face. The trailer echoed with the obscene sucking noises Ben was making as he sucked the molten juice from her twat and joy button. Chrissy greedily tried to prolong the pleasure and hold off her climax, but after a few moments she knew she had to come. There was no stopping it."Ooooooo, shit, Daddy," she gasped, "I'm coming! Ohhhh, fuck, shit,. Why don’t you just get it over with and kill me?”“That would be too easy,” John said.“I’ve lost everything,” Pepper said, staring down at the floor.This was the first time, since his kidnapping, that he had actually thought about what was back in Los Angeles. The first two days of his kidnapping he had been afraid for his life. The next three days had been spent working from sunrise to sunset, mucking out stables. Mostly he had been more concerned with surviving the present, rather than.