"Oh yeah, that's a good slut," he moaned. Then he started rocking his hips slowly. I was so turned on I thought I'd pass out, this married man using m... mouth the way I'd used Barbara pussy countless times. Harold fucked my face slow at first, but every 4th or 5th stroke letting the pace quicken a little. The only discomfort I felt was in my jaws and lips stretching around the thickness of his cock, but I barely noticed because he just kept fucking and fucking and fucking. .My fingers clamped. I try to regain my cool. “Totally.”We look at the magazine together, but we are each more interested in what the other is doing than the static model who has been holding her ass open for the past five years.“Dad,” I finally pipe up when a wicked idea enters my head. “Is it okay if I try something?”“Ahh…depends on what it is.”“Something I want to show you.” The butterflies are batting around inside my tummy like crazy.“I’m game.”I stand and kick off my panties and my sneakers, leaving on my. She was such an obvious bitch and didn’t care who knew it. I decided to confront her. Just before 7AM the next morning, well after Joe was off to work, I drove to P and B. As suspected, the front windows and doors were protected with a roll down metal barrier. There was only one car in the lot and it was Suzette’s. I tried the back door which was the service entrance, but it was locked, so I rang the bell. An overhead light went on and I noticed a security camera pointed at me. Then I hear two. I don't know how he did it, but the thumping between my legs was timed to be almost exactly opposite the butt plug. When the electricity paused in my ass, the electricity went on between my legs. The timing wasn't exact; there was maybe a fraction of a second or so when there was no electricity burning into me. Those were the times when I tried to relax my tightened muscles. Just a millisecond or two. In retrospect, it probably would have been better if the electricity was on all the time. I.