As the cries of pleasure grew, his pace increased. At length there was the sound of a door opening and closing, and he was now alone. Into the witchin... hour did he write, and then on into the dark morning hours. Alexander had never desired food or drink before his work, and it would be the same this night. His wife had long been away, no doubt courting some teenage boy that was drunk with lust. His fears were confirmed as he did not raise his head but merely listened to the sound of drunken. Alas this was not to be, the next sensation she felt was one of immense pain as she felt a leather belt crack as it lashed across her buttocks. Had she only been able to see; an angry dark red inflamed weal appeared across both cheeks and on her delicate swollen pussy lips. She cried out in agony, as she tried to break free of her torturer, but he was just too strong. He had moved to the side of the bed and now had his hand at the back of her neck holding her in a vice like grip. Once more she. She made a noise in her sleep and wriggled back and forth, her body moving against Hank’s thighs and instantly hardening his cock. He unzipped his pants to free his throbbing member.Hank reached up under Rebecca’s nightgown and was pleased to discover she was not wearing underwear. He rubbed her soft pussy lips, eliciting an unconscious moan from his daughter. He lifted her nightgown up around her hips and positioned himself over her. Then suddenly he clamped his hands down on her shoulders so. He saw a hot blonde wearing a fetish outfit and he could also see his nowlocked up penis under his short miniskirt. "Oh my god, you're a guy?"Said the clerk. "Not anymore." He said as he walked out the door. Heput his new purchases in the back and got back into his car and drovehome. He parked a few blocks from his house and began to walk thestreets. "I need some cock." He thought. He began walking the streetsuntil a tall, muscular, bald black man came up to him. "How much?" Heasked. .