He pulled his finger out and inserted two fingers in her cunt to slide in very easily because she was very wet by then, much more than usual.He smiled...as he moved those 2 fingers from her sopping pussy to the wrinkly asshole for relatively louder groans and her hips also moved slightly in rhythm with the thrusting. His free hand reached for the lube he had bought and applied generously to his hard on. Then feeling her sphincter loosen, he replaced his finger with the dick. No doubt his dick. I usually do this for a quick thrill, but I really like you. The thing is I am 46 years old!”I told her that I was interested in her as a person not just as a young girl. She obviously had girlish charms about her even if they where put on. A picture arrived, Gina had quite long jet black hair and brown eyes, a beautiful face and a slender body. Another picture arrived, she was lay back wearing just a pair of panties. Her breasts where small and firm, her legs skinny and slender like a much. So maybe I'm just a crybaby.After all, I've dreamed of surrendering all control and responsibility to a cruel, impossible-to-please temptress, and my mistress is indeed as mean and cruel as they come. I worship her and live only to obey her.So why do I whine?Because I find myself slipping further and further into a sub-human state of submission. Day by day, inch by inch, I beg for more. It seems I have no shame. When my mistress parades my babified and bound self in front of her girlfriends and. Have to really sleep. Oh god that hurts.” I told them with a tongue that felt like it was swollen twice its size.“Daddy, were very sorry…”“…we lied and promise to…”“…never do it again. Can we please…“…go to the dance?...”“…Please daddykins?”“Go, go… aww shit it hurts to talk. Go to dance.”“Thank you…”“…thank you…”“…thank you…”“…thank you…”“…Daddykins.”Then they all started giggling again and started kissing me like little girls, not like the vixens they were a half hour ago. Somehow, I have.