Bradford was so turned on as he spoke and I continued to pump his cock with my hand. I was getting wetter and wetter as he was talking. "Yes daddy," I...said cooing. "That's me. Just a big tit slut that is good for only one thing." That's right, babygirl," Mr. Bradford said. "You are here to be fucked and used and to be a repository for men's cum. A cock-sleeve and a cumrag."Mr. Bradford's dick started to leak pre-cum and it spilled over my fingers and hand. I lapped it up and ate it all. I. I had never felt anything like it, my cunt walls clamped on his fingers, trying to milk them as they continued to pump into me.Before I had had time to recover, he stood up and kicked the stool away, opened his white coat, unbuttoned his trousers and dropped them to the floor. It was his belt buckle clanging on the tiled floor that roused me and as I looked up he was stroking his cock. It didn’t seem particularly fat, just long and was dripping juices from the tip as he shuffled forwards and. “Such a needy kitten, your body is telling me you want more” and with that last word quickly unfastened the ball gag, forced two thick fingers into me, fingering me hard. “Don’t you dare cum without permission, kitten” I moaned and panted as pleasure spread throughout my body, fighting the urge to cum as he kept up the assault on my cunt. With his other hand he pressed a small buzzing vibrator against my clit, “oh god, please Sir, I need to cum”, “no kitten not yet” I couldn’t hold back any. .. and I know I sound like a slut..."I put my finger on her lips to stop her. She looked up at me, and we kissed, an almost chase brother-sister type of kiss. It was my way of telling her that I understood, and for her not to feel bad about wanting a man. I guess I was hoping that we would both emerge from that embrace with a realization that what had happened was too much, too fast, but instead she pressed her mouth tighter against mine, and I felt her insistent tongue probing it's way into my.