We go inside and see a wonderland.The living room is set up as a baby play area. There is an adult playpen and play mat, a rocking horse, a bouncy cha...r and so many toys.Everything is adult baby size.The kitchen has a counter with a stool, but next to it is a highchair.There is a nursery, with a bed for my Daddy and me, but also a crib and finally, a proper changing table. The bathroom had a double bath, and two toilets, one normal, and near it a second lower one.You and I look at each other. “Then clean my cock-head boy,” he reprimanded.The flared head of his dick was manic. Squashing his fat mushroom into my mouth, my lips expanded to full capacity. “Wider, boy, open much wider!” He grunted. “Nah, this is a lost cause,” he exclaimed in an insulting tone. “Let’s see if your arse will take this knob. I’ll fucking make it fit.”Pulling me towards the bedroom, I knew that I was heading for the fucking of my life. I was in heaven and did not care if I died in the process that lay ahead.. I saw John circling her and then crouching next to her face. He looked into her eyes and spoke in a flat authoritative voice. The nice thing about cunt-flesh is that it can understand. It can be terrified. It can scream and cry and beg. He looked over his shoulder at the men who was now cutting strips of meat from the skinless carcass next to them. That magnificent animal did not know what hit it. He never felt fear. But you, stupid piece of flesh, you are quivering with dread. It makes me want. Remembering Oliver's erection poking against her stomach, his hands caressing her bottom, as they waltzed slowly round the small dance floor, Caroline's nipples hardened under her dress, and she felt a small trickle of moisture between her thighs.Oh, god, she thought — I don't suppose the taxi-driver would settle for 'payment in kind' tonight? But he looked well past it and, anyway, she wasn't reduced to that, just yet. But she had been looking forward to a really good rogering...Oh, well, she.