My waist was sore from being rammed into the edge of the desk, my arms ached from being pulled across the top of the desk. My moaning and begging had ...o effect at all. Daniel spoke as he grunted and snorted from ramming my butt 'David, tell me to come in your ass bitch'. At first I didn't understand what he was saying, I could barely understand anything except the pain in my butt. Daniel made sure I understood that with no exception. Daniel slammed deep into my butt and held my hips tightly. Not now, though. I want him to keep talking, and keep twitching. The tale is adding to the pleasurable sensations.“So here I am standing with my cock at her Mom’s face level, and then Hera slides off the bed and kneels in front of me, with her mother leaning forward just a couple of inches away. Hera starts sucking and slurping and drooling all over my cock, one of the loudest blowjobs I’ve ever had.”I’m imagining the scene with my mind’s eye, and my pace on Taylor’s cock picks up. “Real good, well, you can imagine, Father,” she said. She could see that I was hoping she’d have stuck with the ‘dad’ thing. She began to fidget. My turn to notice stuff—again.“Candace, although there are those who might legitimately argue the point, I am not the village idiot. What’s going on. Something’s going on. Come on, don’t be trying to snow a snowman,” I said.My daughter suddenly looked angry, very angry, and that with me!“Daddy!” she said.“Daddy?” I said. She knew what I meant.“Yes,. " Ugh. Can't I just eat?" relented Jane Doe, "Send 'em in."A moment later, after the nurse left, a man appeared at the door,standing about 6 foot tall, in jeans, a clean flannel shirt, and abrown leather jacket. His hair was neatly cropped and was clean shaven.He hovered, nervously by the door, until Jane Doe finished her mouthfulof dreadful breakfast. It had been something grey and unidentified."Aaron, right?" she waved him over, "come on, sit down. What's on yourmind?" Oh, nothing, nothing, I.