Despite her initial cries for me to stop, they were fast replaced with her bucking wildly at my mouth and her screaming of how if I kept going that sh... was not going to be able to contain herself. All her cries just drove me to work faster and harder, and then in one big thrust of her hip Misty flooded my mouth and face as she squirted and collapsed on the sheets, breathing had become so erratic that I stopped my work on her and climbed up to look her in the face to make sure she was okay. Her. "And so sexy." She began to rub herself again, her eyes not leaving my dick. It was as if she were speaking to it rather than to me, an amusing thought."I think you're sexy too," I told her without thinking. A low groan escaped her lips as I said the words, and I knew it was causing her pleasure to hear them, so I decided to continue. "You've got such a pretty face, and a gorgeous body." Another groan. "If I weren't your father, I would have my hands all over you." Another groan, this one a. I was 18 at the time and it kind of traumatized me as it was pretty much a gang **** at an adult arcade. I was dressed up in a white flowered sundress panty hose and white strap on high heeled sandals all borrowed from my older sister. I had my make up done up just right and looked great and being in the mid 80s I had long blonde hair that I styled like Farrah. I was dressed to kill and all keyed up being out dressed in public so I decided to go find a guy for some Sexual exploration. I decided. You squirm so beautifully, helpless as I bind you. ?Please Sir, please no, I'll be quiet!? ?Tch, silly bitch,? I yank on the rope where it passes between your gorgeous tits, dragging you a few inches across the carpet to the sound of your cry of pain. ?It's too late for silence to please me. Now I want to hear your screams.? You're a glorious sight, wriggling helplessly on the floor in front of me, your skin marked red with the shape of my palm. Your eyes are scared, yet.