I was quick and brutal. Normally I like to take my time and enjoy a good leisurely ass fuck, but this was more for her pain than my pleasure so I didn...t hold back. I pounded the tight, gritty velvet orifice hard and fast, occasionally pulling all the way out to punish her sphincter on re-entry. I could tell the pain was exciting her, but the last thing I wanted right then was a sexually satisfied slave, so I drove as far inward as I could, lifting her completely off the ground, and let go. I. They twitched as I sucked. I was gentle with them, playing with them just the way I knew he'd like, my panties tingling against my aching pussy. His hands tightened on my hair. He growled with such passion.“Brittany!” he panted. “I don't know... Oh, God, I don't know what's gotten into you, but... Oh, fuck, yes!”Daddy's salty cum fired into my mouth.“Swallow it all!” he snarled as spurt after spurt of his salty, yummy jizz filled my mouth. I gulped down the first mouthful, feeling it slide down. "Good evening, Gerry," he said quietly. He wasn't his usual buoyant self I noticed."What can I do for you, Richard?" I asked politely."Uhhm, well, it's more what I can do for you," he stammered. "I'd like to talk to you about the events surrounding the death of Helen."I looked at him for several seconds, wondering just what this was about. "You'd better sit down then," I said, gesturing to a comfortable chair. "Would you like anything? Tea, coffee, beer?" No ... nothing thank you," he replied,. I told her that I needed to go home and change due to the spreading wetness in my pants, to which she replied that she also needed to freshen up. “It feels like I peed myself” were her words, as I recall. Well, Alice became an insatiable fiend when it came to getting off on our new discovery. “Wet humping” became a regular part of our intimacy after that. And as it turned out, she was not only “extra juicy”, she was also multi-orgasmic. Once we got a rhythm down, she could cum five or six.