And you like it. "Stroke that cock for me, slut. Stroke it fast and hard.... cum in my mouth." You had momentarly forgotten about that, distracted by...your inner debate. The thought of cumming in my mouth.... blowing your load past my lips, knowing that you will be able to taste it with me. Knowing that I will be pleased with that. Now the excitement is even greater... the thought of cumming on my lips, seeing your white mess on my lips.... it is too much... What cum-whore doesn't want to taste. "Relax baby, relax." He said. I took a deep breath and pushed further down. The pain was truly intense, and I felt like I was being split in two, but I kept impaling myself. I had to please my daddy, I just had to. By the time he was in me to the hilt, tears were streaming down my face. Daddy slowly pulled out a bit and pushed back in. My cock was straining so my good daddy stroked it for me some more.I lifted myself up dangerously far and pushed back down. I let out a sharp scream and there. We began to substitute our judgment for the readers. We would spend hours upon hours deciding not what the reader wanted to know but what they should know. We would drop a local feature — or edit the hell out it — to get in a story on genocide in Rwanda. The genocide in Rwanda is important news — if you're an ethnic minority in Rwanda. But to the people of small-town America, it's filler. As caring and as generous a people as we are, we really don't want 15 inches of copy on that."Really, and. He was drunker than me, even before fear and... other sensations... had begun to sober me. He wasn’t the Daddy I knew and loved, and he wouldn’t listen to me. I sat defeated as his hands pulled my skirt and thong down my legs, leaving me shaved and wet pussy naked before him, my tears silent. He pushed my knees apart, staring appreciatively at my tight young pussy. “I am going to enjoy teaching you this lesson,” he said huskily, his fingers sliding up my thighs to the glistening mound between..