"10" I said and nodded to myself that every inch of me was ready to come. "9" and felt just by saying the number that the tension had further built. A... "8" there was a pre-orgasmic pulse from my prostate. "7" and I moved my hand more lightly over my cock and built myself further as I uttered "6", then "5" and "4". Then I became mindful of the role my breasts were playing. I had the right nipple in my left fingers but the left nipple was being scratched by the sheet, an unexpected additional. I will know if you don’t." "Yes, Sir," I said. Just as my hand touched the door knob to the front door, Daddy said, "And while you are working out I want you to say your chant." "Yes, Daddy," I called and walked out the door. Early on in our relationship Daddy had punished me once by having me write lines. I had to write, "I am my Daddy's slut" 500 times. Even as my wrist and fingers began to ache, my pussy tingled as I served out my punishment at work, in the coffee shop, on the bus. I had. Sarah had discussed this with her doctor in Harley Street and she had declared Sarah to be fertile and in excellent working order and would she mind asking Martin to call in at his earliest convenience.Martin made an appointment and was carefully examined by Doctor Eleanor Parkinson a young and talented doctor specializing in fertility. Eleanor was more than impressed with the size of Martins cock and balls and as part of the examination measured him at nine inches in length and three inches in. I climbed off the bike just as Marcus stood off the weights seat dripping in sweat."Well, I better get going," I said turning to leave, but he grabbed my arm.Our eyes met, our bodies tingling all over, passion and desire ran all over. We fell into each other's arms and kissed passionately.Marcus took me by the hand and led me into the gym cupboard and then pinned me up against the wall and I felt his hard pulsating cock pressing against me through his black shorts. His hands were fast and.