Now he was in and out with ease. After about five minutes my pussy was soaking wet. Ahhhh&hellip,To-T-TONY! Fuucckk&hellip,&hellip,Meeeee! AHHHHHHHHH... he had screaming now was taking deep even strokes with some speed. He was literally beating the pussy up. His balls smacked my ass every stroke. He lifted one leg on his shoulder and beat it up that way. I started trembling again and Tony couldnt care. I was scared to cum so I held back. I started contracting my pussy muscles on accident. Fuck,. I askedhim what happened. He saidnothing both of us had lunch.After that he just went and layon his bed for a nap. I too wentand lay near him. He had notslept. When I layed, I moved mypallu further so as to expose mynavel.I pretended to be fast asleep.But my eyes weren't totallyclosed, so I could see a vagueimage of everything. Sanju wasstaring at me. After sometime,he kept his hand on my hand andthe waved infront of my face toensure that I was asleep. I actedso well to convince him that Iwas. I looked over my breasts atmy groin, waiting eagerly for my penis and balls to rise up out of theflatness, but all that happened was that my clit regrew, exactly as ithad been before she cut it off."What- ?" I started to say, when she yelled and dropped the knife. I satup quickly to see what was wrong, the surge of my breasts almost pullingme off the bed.The knife was glowing white hot, the blade curling up and splintering,the gems in the handle bursting in the intense heat. As I watched a. That's what he calls himself and I call him that too because it is fitting. He's been calling about once a week for the last year or so.I punch him in and Mr. Perv greets me with, “How's my redneck teeny daughter doing today?” I think that's so funny because (1) while I do have a southern accent I am not a redneck, (2) I'm not a teenager and (3) I'm certainly not his daughter.I know nothing about this man except that he says he is 54 years old. I'm 99.999% sure that he doesn't live around here.