“God help me,” Gavin groaned, fire in his eyes as he unpinned Carter and turned him before clamping his hands over his hipbones and pressing the h...ad of his prick against his anus.Carter groaned with pleasure as he reached behind to spread the cheeks of his ass apart, welcoming the intrusion of a hard prick, his own impossibly swollen as he felt his anal ring widen. God help them, indeed. He mused, momentarily, how well they fit together – like a jigsaw puzzle. Pushing back, he clung to the. .. Still, I can’t wait to be your whore.”I stood up and stripped.“Stacy. Repeat after me and believe every word you say.”“Yes, master ... daddy.”...“My name is Stacy Childers. My father, Lawrence Childers, created me with his seed. I owe my existence to him and I love him for it.”Word for word, she repeated it, a huge smile on her face and a single tear running down her cheek.“ ... My name is Stacy Childers. I love being with my lover and showing the world how much he means to me. I always want. When we retired for the night I whispered while bidding her goodnight, that I must come at once, as I was too sharp set, and that I would be in the water-closet awaiting the retirement of her maid; I begged her to tap gently at the door when all was clear.So it passed. The dear girl was as impatient as me, and quickly dismissed her maid, gave the appointed signal, and in less than a minute I was in her room, and we were both stripped to the buff. She threw herself on the bed with her feet over. Next day Reverend Wilson waited impatiently for young Becky Bartlett to arrive to receive her instruction for joining the church. Her mother had definitely been an above average lay and clearly her husband had not developed her sexual talents. But Wilson wanted innocence. He had not had a virgin since the precocious pre-teen, Shelly and that was a month or more ago. The Philipino girl had been remarkably skilled but she certainly had not been innocent or a virgin. The lecherous preacher felt.
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