While at the same time, I was stroking his big, dad-sized dick, which was pulsing and leaking just as much as mine. I was as turned on as I'd ever bee..., and struggling to keep control of myself."Fun, huh?" dad whispered huskily into my ear. I groaned a little as Dad's hand focused on the sensitive head of my dick. I did the same to him. "Aw, yeah," he gasped, his breath hot on my face. We were so in tune, bringing each other to the peak of pleasure and backing off in little increments. Dad's. ‘Don’t fucking move!’ I was instantly on the very edge of my orgasm, and positive I could not hold myself back if she so much as twitched. My breathing was out of control, and I had to fill my lungs a couple of times to try and calm the fuck down. Looking at Jen’s face really didn’t help me at all, she had the sexiest frown of pain mixed with pleasure I had ever seen. Her head was tilted slightly upwards and her body visibly tense. We stayed like that for over a minute, before she looked down. The fearful look in her eyes gave way to submission, indicating that she would cooperate.I am going to fuck you... Harder than you have ever been taken before. This is why you must be silent, love...He saw conflict overcome her face and could feel the effect his words had on her - a mixture of overwhelming sexual lust and absolute terror. He carried her in his arms to a bed in the room across the hall; this room was candle-less and completely dark, aside from the little moonlight that was. On her second visit they'd BOTH arrived 'Punky', Mandy in her 'usual' attire and Karen dressed almost identical: high-heels; fishnet-stockings and a similar leather mini-skirt. She'd also 'spiked up' her hair and 'added' to her make up, which made them look almost like 'twins'. The only real difference, he shortly discovered (aside from their hair colour), was their respective choice of underwear. Karen had donned a more normal thong while Mandy was wearing some 'crotchless'-knickers, a.