I went to Agnes’ house. Today, she looked sad. She had no beautiful eyes, but marks on her cheeks and hands. Soon as I opened the door to her house,...she came and hugged me tight and burst in tears. I questioned her as to what had happened but she would tell me nothing. I hugged her back and assured her that everything would be ok. We spent some time sitting like that and later after an hour or so she told me that her husband was a complete mad ass. He fucked her madly at night. He was drunk and. At first I thought it was the first person leaving, but then I felt a hand on the side of my face, I felt the bit be unbuckled and removed. For the first time in however long I could breathe properly. I opened my mouth to stretch out my jaw, but then something firm and warm was pressed into my mouth. It pulsed and throbbed as I explored the cock with my tongue. It was huge, filling my mouth, and pressing into my throat. I felt it slide out a bit, the foreskin catching on my lips and rolling. I turned it off and looked at my dad. I drew my eyes to the growing bulge coming out of his pants, and I giggled at the sight. “What are you laughing at?” He hesitated. “Umm, do you find me attractive?” He looked down to see the growing tent in his pants. At that moment I felt a feeling I never had before. My dad is damn sexy for his age… He works out every day, not only lifting but running as well. Sex is not talked about much in my house; my mom always told me to make sure I was with the. "No, Master." I know my eyes are alight with the coming game. This is Master at his best. Slightly upset, but really milking the moment for all it is worth. The slut is standing stiff legged and her eyes are wide open. Her hands are both grasping Master's forearm trying to help relieve some of the tension on her hair that he has gripped in his fist tightly. She is breathing rapidly, but I can't help but notice that her nipples are jutting out, easily visible through her white tank top. "Take.