I wanted to be your slave. It was I who wanted it most.“ “I had been so patient Titsie, and I’d daydream about you having my baby even," Daddy r...turned softly, rubbing my tummy. "I wanted to put a baby right here." His hands were warm and tender.I giggled and said. “Me too, and if you keep this up much longer, I’m going to give you a lot more than milk, I’m going to cum all over your nice pants too!” I felt a warm tingle in my tits. “You still do that? The milk and all?” He asked a little. Any way growing up i always masterbated wearing panties and lingere and watching porn ,I always consider my self differnt han other people but i didnt know why , which ended up me turning in to a loner , never really enjoying sex with women i always considered it like a lot of work fucking them when i could just sit back and jack off ,enjoy that way better,i know werid lol. Any way i had kind off got to the point of wondering what it would be like to have sex with a man and me be the women, so. You mean hang out or fuck my brains out again?" she says with a sinister smile still getting ready to go back to work.I respond to her by saying, "I don't think your husband would like that too much. Plus, I don't want you to get addicted to my 'big black dick' as you put it."She gasped with a shocked look on her face and punched my shoulder,"It was good but it wasn't that good." Just then, a customer walks in. She looks at me, shocked to see me in the ladies room. But it does not bother her. In fact, he slipped out twice and got a bit flustered at nearly losing it – he was obviously getting near to his climax. I calmed him as he entered again easily, softly encouraging him to continue, and he began thrusting again, now desperately. As I felt his rhythm change, he thrust once or twice really hard into me as far as he could go and, reaching his climax, he grasped both my hands on the pillow and buried his face against my neck. I could feel him holding his breath, as he held.