She yelped and sat up higher on her knees. I grabbed my cock and aimed the head towards her mouth, and pushed forward into her lips. She opened her mo...th wide to accommodate my size. I pushed further, my shaft sliding over her tongue, and hitting the back of her throat. She choked and gagged, but I didn't stop pushing. "Fucking cock sucking whore, I don't care if you choke to death, you're taking my cock down your throat!" I groaned.She put her hands up on my hips, I expected her to try to push. Ever. She nodded again, and he released her. He walked to the bench and pulled it out from the wall so that Dasa could see what was about to happen. His mate moved with him, and he said, Kneel, my sweet. Face down on the bench. She instantly did as he said, and he strapped her down tightly on her forearms and knees, her ass in the air and her nipples lightly scraping against the vinyl. Watch and learn, Dasa, he said as he passed her to grab a foot-long, wrist-thick strap-on, the quirt, and. By fifteen she had nice full tits.One evening he had her in his office fucking her on the couch and did not realize the office manager was in the building and he walked in and caught them. He watched them for a few minutes and her father made a deal with him that he could fuck the young girl to keep him quiet. Then once a week she went to the office with her father for a 3some with the two men. She would have one cock in her pussy as she sucked the other one. One night she had been fucked. Let me explain. I had been yelled at by my boss. I had walked in the scorching heat only to get to the owner of the ice cream parlors house and see him standing naked on the deck. I was then invited into his house and shown a video of me giving his son a blowjob, my boss at the ice cream parlor and accepting money for it. I was then fired and promptly hired back in a different position. To cap it off the owner of the ice cream parlor, Mr. Ken Keller, stared at a video of me with a cum covered.