I took it harder than even Daphne's loss.Through our talks over the years I'd become closer to Annette than even I had realized. Something about the w...y she was growing up into a woman that reminded me of my own early struggles. Although I'd seen her often in regard to robot matters she brought to discuss with me, I wish now we'd been able to spend more time together just in general.So often life is this way. We don't realize what we have until its gone, and then it's too late. This is not. Again your heart flutters and you feel my hand graze across your skin and slowly my hands begin to explore your body leaving you no modesty.Just as suddenly the touches stop, you try to say something but a slap across your bottom silences you and you hear my voice for the first time telling you to kneel. “your mouth was not made for talking girl” You feel rough hands forcing you to your kneels and the slow deliberate sound of a zipper. “Your know what to do little girl” and with that your hair. Reeling from the blows, but still defiant, Gwen again spat blood on the man, this time hitting his chest. ‘Steve Hammer will kill you for that!’ ‘The famous Steve Hammer? I only wish he were here so he could watch me breed his woman, just before I killed him with my bare hands,’ stated the giant confidently. ‘You would see which one of us is the better man.’ Suddenly a U.S. Navy jet roared overhead. It was so low that the deck vibrated as the aircraft began climbing rapidly. Once the decibel. In response I administered a sharp spanking with my free hand. This made you cry. Feeling guilty for such a sudden rebuke, I kissed your tears and told you to relax as my fingers continued to probe your tiny meat holes. Soon baby girl was cooing again and stepdaddy increased the speed until little baby girl let out a high pitched guttural moan and squirted half way across the room. I let you relax post-orgasm for a while as I peppered the nape of your neck and sexy cleft with kisses. But soon.