.. Daddy spits at her pink little star, then place the steel plug against it, and use the tip to rub in the spit on her tight little anal. Daddy then ...se the tip to probe her tight little hole a little, making her moan... You can see her biting her lower lip, breathing hard, moaning a little..."Are you ready to become a proper little slut-puppy?" daddy asks, Nathalia, aand you see her blush more, then bark in response. "Good girl", daddy says, then spits down the crack of her ass, letting it. Not to my special girl. How could I tell Patrick his special little friend died? He would think he killed her. He would be wrong because I killed her, but he would always believe that he had. Katie ran up behind me, looking scared."I'll go call an ambulance!" She cried, and started to run out of the room. I grabbed her arm and held her tight."No, Katie. She will not live until an ambulance gets here. Close the door." I spoke softly, calmly. It was time to be Megan, the Helper, not whatever I. We rolled over so that I was on top of him so that I could return the favor and undress him now. When I went down on him I was trying to make it better than the things we’d done in the past—some of the tricks I have that I hadn’t shown him yet, and it worked. Right before he pulled me on top of him again he groaned and he looked down at me and says, “God, what are you doing to me?” And his moans and that voice are enough to get me going on their own…I moved back up to kiss him again, teasing. His nearly two day beard was rough on my inner thighs and I squirmed. He held my legs apart and blew softly on the recently shorn heart shape he carved into my pubis. He rubbed the rasp of his beard over my sensitized newly cropped patch making me convulse from the rough pleasure. He flicked out his tongue, and I could feel his breath hot on my responsive loins. His beard rasped as his lips soothed my sensitive folds at the same time, sending shivers of impossible need throughout my entire.