The pain burned across my ass and then sank into my cunt. My juices flowered. I wiggled on his lap. My belly rubbed on his dick, making it twitch and ...hrob. I purred louder, loving this.CRACK!“Yes, yes, punish me,” I moaned. “I was so bad.”CRACK!“Such a naughty slave,” he growled, my ass blazing hot.CRACK!Juices flowed out of my cunt, staining his thighs. His every blow reminded me that he owned me. That my pussy belonged to him. His was the only male cock that should make me cum. Only he. ‘Your mother just chased me out of the house. What’s wrong with Candy?’ ‘Hi Dad, how’s the furniture store?’ ‘Don’t change the subject.’ ‘Ah, it’s like this. I just proposed to Candy so we could be together if she accepts this job offer she got from Omaha. She started crying and now I’m some kind of jerk for wanting to do the right thing.’ He shook his head in confusion. ‘I don’t understand women. How did you get Mom to marry you?’ ‘Women are like that. I had to twist her arm to get her to. My eyes widened and my body surged with lust. Its veined etched length must've measured 13 inches or so and it was as thick as my forearm. It wasn't quite fully erect yet and its girth, color and deep ridges struck me as belonging to an a****l rather than a person. I knelt down and opened my mouth. I pressed my tongue on to the plum-sized tip. Sticky precum clung to my bottom lip and I hummed in carnal delight as I swallowed as much of it as I could. "Awwwwwww HellllllYeeeeeahhh!", The big. ”“I know. OK for me to walk home?”“Yes, but take your time, please. Don’t rush.”“Thanks, Al.”We shook hands and I walked slowly home, where I would be incarcerated for the next week.December 4, 1993, Chicago, Illinois“How are you feeling, Son?” my dad asked on Saturday morning.“Better, I think,” I said. “It’s difficult to tell because all I’m doing is sitting in either my bedroom or study during the day and the great room or sunroom otherwise. I’m taking two naps a day, going to bed early, and.