The best part filled with cum, aching bruised black and blue, or blue with frustration.My boy hangs in the shackles of his own fetish. A masculine jou...ney to find that which will only shrink his ego and violently violate all that society expects of him. Panties pulled up his legs free him by lifting the weight of his heavy manhood. The indecisive whip hovers above his most sensitive part focusing his attention on all that is most precious to him. Shall it fall? It must land without mercy and. But I am still unable to believe what happened that day. It was my father-in-law, who busted in on one of our daughter-dad adventures. He didn’t say anything, but rushed out. We didn’t bother. We resolved to face.“My dad and I decided to go south and live there openly as husband and wife, but the only problem was that we sold all our properties and put into our in-laws’ business.“I must say it was only a miracle that my husband rushed in and kissed me fervently as a new found lover. I didn’t. He explained how he had willed a portion of his power into her and how she could do the same things he could, except she would have to consciously will it to happen, not just casually speak it. He also explained that the more she used the power the more it would tire her until she built up her endurance, rather like an athlete in training. Then, he went on to say how he had been at the Academy of Magic and Mercantilism for almost a hundred years now in the reality in which he was currently. There was a little day light coming in the window when I woke up. Emma was sound asleep. I was horny. She had turned me on. I wanted to fuck her. I was confused, almost still dreaming. I couldn’t see right from wrong. I was going to fuck her. I was going to fuck her now. My cock was hard. I must have been dreaming about her. I started rubbing myself hard. I was so hard my dick wanted to explode. Emma was still on her side. I rolled her gently on to her back. She was still fast asleep. ‘She.