Remember, you’re not to look at me.”“Yes, Master.”I couldn’t help but see his thighs come into view and handing between those thighs was one...of the cock he had promised me. It was ten-inches and about two-inches in diameter at the base. “Suck my cock, you sissy faggot. Now, tell me what I just told you to do.”“You told me suck your cock, Master.”“Well, get busy. Open your mouth and suck my cock.”I tentatively leaned down and took his dick into my mouth. The head of his dick was wet with his own. I have heard girls and women enjoy spankings and become wet while being punished but it was very painful and not sexually exciting at all. At least not for me. I could feel my father's hard penis through his thin pants against the bare skin of my stomach. As things progressed one thing remained constant, my father always was hard when he punished me.I stopped wearing panties to bed so I wouldn't have the embarrassment of my father rolling them down. He was going to see my pussy anyways. The. She seemed pretty excited about it and I pretty turned on by it too, but still I was not sure what to think about it all. The next morning I awoke to my wife riding my morning wood like a true porn star. I had never cum so hard in all my life. We got dressed and rode off. At a rest stop my wife disappeared. I walked around looking for her and found her behind a tree blowing some guy, he came in her mouth and she swallowed the full load. The guy zipped his pants and I watched as he got in a car. Suddenly the door opened and closed as if the wind had made a mistake blowing it open. He quickly pulled his pants up over his large penis and went to investigate. He felt a presence and wondered if it was a ghost? A invisible clock? Nah he had the only one in the school. Right in his….where was it last he though. He had not used once that winter. Did Ron take it? Hermonie? Semus? Lavander?…GINNY? He stood there in the closed doorway thinking about it. Who had it? Did he? He walked over to.