”It was all bullshit, but her parents couldn’t know that. Her “plan” didn’t go much farther than being in the car with Bobby and the teacher... but she figured she could at least find out something more.“Miss Middlesex is tired,” said Bobby. “She just wants to get home so she can relax.”“What happened?” asked Melissa, innocently.“That’s none of your business,” said her brother.“And why are you taking her to get her car, wherever that is? Why isn’t Dad taking her?”“Melissa!” warned Jane.“Because I. My nipples hardened as he slid them back and forth across the top of my breasts. “Mmmph,” I could feel myself getting aroused.“We’ve got a video for you that will help you to relax, and then the slut here will massage your cock,” Master told the Client as he pressed play on his remote.“You've all met my slut before. She’s going to pleasure us this evening,” Master spoke in the video. I couldn’t see it, but then I didn’t need to. I could remember it.I was on my knees with my hands cuffed behind. Then she could hear the huffing and puffing grow stronger by the second. Next came the staggering about.She turned round to see his eyes and teeth had already mashed shut."Oh Emily,honey....Daddy's gonna come!!"John anguished, throwing his head up and arching his back. Within seconds, he nutted forth shameless torrents of fatherly paste into his very daughter's womb."OH, OH, OHHHH......." he wallowed over and over. "JESUS CHRIST.....THAT WAS NICE!!"Emily scooted over as John broke loose from. Throughout the fabric he squeezed Botched Job’s dick and the beagle moaned softly. He looked at his boyfriend’s undies and saw the huge tent. With his finger he pulled at the top of them and Grox’ dick released itself, it popped out in all its glory: uncircumcised, heavily veined with extra flabs of meat, massive and wide. Botched Job’s mouth was drawn to it eagerly and he started licking the big pink head. Grox rested his two hands on Botched Job’s crane and pulled him closer. The smell made.