I come again and again. Each time I do, I make sure that David’s cock is deep in my throat. Ryan begins to spank my arse hard, making it nice and r...d, bringing himself closer to an orgasm. I know he wants to come deep inside me. I whimper out, sucking David’s cock out of my mouth. I begin to beg him to. “Oh, come for me, Sir. Come deep inside your good little girls’ pussy. I want to feel you come for me. You feel so good inside me when you come,” I moan through each word, grinding my arse. I was afraid I was going to kill this guy. He actually admitted before long that if I kept fucking him like that I would eventually kill him. I got myself dressed and with another quick kiss I left again. Leaving him motionless and exhausted on his deck, once again seeming as if his whole being had just evacuated his body through his cock. I left with a grin. I had this guy hook, line and sinker. He was at my call. That control and power is coming to be what I thrive for. A hard cock is. I learned later that the money had stopped on the same day he left which was why mum had to go to work, and Auntie Maggie had been helping to pay the mortgage on the house. My aunt was up front about her opinions from the start, my father had always been a foot-loose drunk, who never really wanted to settle down, and even after he married my mother, chased anything in a skirt especially when he was drinking. Maggie’s theory was that he had taken off with one of his women and was bumming around. She stook a step backward to keep her balance, and her heartbeat banged in her ears, making her entire head pulse, immediate, involuntary reactions of fear. Her breath caught in her throat, but just as suddenly as the scream had broken the silence of the still afternoon, it was cut-off. If her body hadn’t reacted so dramatically, maybe she could have persuaded herself to think it was just her imagination. The scream had come and gone without a trace. Nothing moved. No one came out of any of.