After long moments of assault, I drop my hand between her legs again, staying longer. I know how women's bodies feel as they near orgasm. I never let ...er near one. But as I go through cycles of adding weights, punching her backside and rubbing her most private of places, each in turn becomes it's own unique type of torture while contributing to the overall agony."Please stop hitting me!" Tracy begs. I keep punching her in the ass."Please, no more weights daddy. I can't take anymore!" Tracy. Susan’s hunger games were about to begin and she was about to enter her own personal arena. Her eyes closed momentarily as she tried to calm herself down. She tried to relax her mind and hoped that she looked half normal and not like a demented nymphomaniac. She knew that she felt like a demented nymphomaniac, and she knew she would be behaving like one once she got started. She walked up to the club’s door. She knocked and waited. After answering a secret password she was allowed in. It was. Slippery to the touch now with cum as I massaged my wifes and Kim's boobs either side of me and slowly worked my way down to their respective areas. Fingering my wife slowly and wanking Kim with her own cum as lubrication.I slid down slowly and let the girls kiss and hold one another while I had Kim's cock in hand and decided that I was going to see what it was like to suck on it, this shocked even me as I never imagined that I would ever suck another guy's cock, but Kim was different, she. I was definitely dad’s sex toy now, and he fucked me any time he got hard. If dad got in a creative mood and was making a new movie I started feeling neglected and I’d beg him for a good screwing. Some days he made me suck him off and other days he ate my pussy, sort of like he was giving me a reward, like you give a dog a treat.That was the story of my life until I turned sixteen. I became a needier slut nearly every day. Before long, I was perpetually in heat and begging daddy to fuck me if.