Still, there are some guys who just don't have the guts to do it, and that cuts down on co-stars during those few days. And for that Daddy would put s...me of his bimbos to work.Unlike the guys, they wouldn't pay him for the pleasure, nor would they let themselves be filmed for free. So the operating expenses would increase on those days but we'd have different stuff to sell. The girls didn't mind going down on me then, nor did they mind being filmed with traces of blood on their faces. The. After both girls came down from their second orgasms with my shaft still imbedded in Tempe’s butt, Lisa laughingly said, “I hope your parents party is a good ways away, ‘cos that was the loudest I think you’ve ever been, Girlfriend.”“I wasn’t that loud!” Tempe cried in response, which also caused her butt to clench once more around my hard cock.“Oh! Yeah! You were!” I groaned as I eased my shaft in and out of her butt with short strokes.“Well, I just can’t help myself. I absolutely feel like my. In fact, he didn’t really feel guilty at all. Besides she had to get used to the pain. Toby thought she had stopped fighting but he could feel her body still straining. And then he realised what she was up to; he had released her arm to rip her tights and she was now stretching it out across the desk, for sticking out of a pencil holder, was a pair of scissors. “Great idea, Rachel. These will make taking your tights off much easier.” He said snatching them up; and then proceeded to tear and cut. I grabbed Mom’s hips, dragging her down the bed so she was in the center, pulling her away from Aunt Vicky’s hungry mouth.My cock throbbed, thrusting before me, as I knelt between my mom’s spread open thighs. Her pussy, adorned by her black bush, glistened. Her thick pussy lips, thrusting through her curly pubic hairs, begged for my dick as she undulated her hips.I rubbed her stomach. My child grew in her belly. I had bred my mother.“What are you grinning about, Master?” Aunt Vicky asked,.