Inside was a black lens. There were a few rows of cryptic numbers written around the barrel. I took off the cap to examine the smooth glass that front...d the piece. On the front rim more identifying marks and numbers were written.“Here, let me see that,” I said to Lara, holding my hand out.She passed the body back to me. I fitted the lens up to the flange and after some gentle experimentation, it clicked into place. I peered through the little round view window, panning the camera across the. Dad anticipated this and grabbed my ass cheeks to hold me up. After giving my dick head a nice bath, he ran his tongue the full length of my veiny shaft several times, then opened his mouth wide and took the tip of my swollen prick into his mouth. I let out a loud appreciative grunt when Dad's hot mouth engulfed my randy meat. I gently ran my fingers through Dad's dark hair while he sucked on my prick head, then clenched fists around several strands when I felt him swallow my entire penis down. He got up and plopped himself down next to me; earlier we'd been sitting at opposite ends of the couch, but now we were close enough that our legs were touching. "You good, man?" I asked."Never better," he said. "Holy shit." That's good. I was a little worried you were going to freak out afterwards." Well, hopefully I don't after I cum. But I liked it a lot."I reached over and started to tease his cock with my fingers, running them gently up and down it. He was maybe a little below-average in. “She shall then be caned on her hanging breasts with a medium cane. I suggest 50 strokes.”The audience gasped. Rebecca was in tears. 50 strokes! She challenged. Chances were that she would end up with between 10 and 20 strokes, still very bad, but 50 she just would not be able to stand! Carl spun the wheel … it slowed down … it seemed as if it might land on ‘18’, but then it went two notches further, landing on, to Rebecca’s horror, ‘200’. Rebecca could not believe it. She could only see the.