No thought is given to my comfort or feelings. Only thing that matters is being a set of willing holes Daddy can get off into, a kind of sex doll made...of real flesh, made all the more enjoyable when you can feel its resistance break down to the point mine has.Cum has become an intricate part of my diet, an exclusive form of protean as well as a topical solution. Being made to drink David's cum I was made to consume every last drop of my own that might have accumulated inside the condom, leaked. . In Mumbai my husband became busier. His office was at Colaba and so he was leaving house at eight in the morning and return by nine at night. Whole day I used to spend alone in front of TV. Even weekends he had to go to office and offshore duty. His tours to New Delhi were frequent. But whenever he went on tour outside he used to bring me some dress or sari. I had lost all interest in new clothe also.I once wanted to stitch a blouse for a sari and I didn’t know any ladies tailor in that. I could hear the slurping as she struggled to deep throat me. Using my hands I pushed down a little, forcing her further and further down until her chin was banging against my balls.Natalie was struggling not to gag as she rode up and down in small increments, keeping most of my rock hard dick in her mouth for at least a couple of minutes before coming up for air. When she went back down, she repeated it, forcing me down her throat and gagging just a little as her head bobbed up and down as. The 16-year-old was enjoying the spectacle. Mrs Shilton kept spanking Elizabeth when she said, “I do spank much longer than Mrs Denver and your bottom is now a very dark red Mrs Carson. Still I will be spanking you for quite a while yet so don’t worry if you start to cry.” Elizabeth was already quite close to crying. Her eyes were filling with tears. She gave Maisie one last look and still the 16-year-old was watching intently. Maisie knew that her mum though was a particularly hard spanker..