“Your cunt is wet.” I felt my shame that day. The first time I ever really felt it. I felt my shame with every stroke of my sex, and with every sl...p of his hand. Not a hard slap. But it didn’t have to be. It was on my sex that he spanked me. “Stay still for it, my Love.” And he would take his hand off my sex. I learned that it would strike in moments, but I was paralyzed. I could only lay over his knee and accept the humiliation. Smack! His hand tapped me and the soaking wet lips of my sex made. He had unlocked the door and had put the lights on around the house, Sharon led me into the lounge and sat me down on the sofa where she sat next to me and continued to chat to me only she didn't chat for long before she was kissing me again and rubbing the bulge in my pants, this time I slipped my hand up her skirt and as my fingers touched her bare flesh at the top of her stockings then I felt her pubic mound and worked my way into her slit, as I pushed in one then two fingers she moaned with. I leaned down and kissed her mouth hard, swirling my tongue around hers. She continued to fuck her ass with her colossal dildo, moaning into my mouth. This was making me even harder, I pulled her head away from me, and whispered in her ear "You want to suck on this hard cock, don't you you little slut?" I looked in her eyes and she told me "Yes."SMACK!! I slapped her face and asked her "Yes what?" She looked at me with that red mark on her face and said "Yes Daddy I want to suck your cock." I. . . no, but send them a counter-offer of one-point-seven-five, and let’s see if they’re serious, or just kicking tires . . . no, I won’t drop that low . . . bottom line, like I told you last week, is still one-point-six. Anything less than that, and you can send it back . . . yeah, I understand that, but I’m not chasing all over the continent for stupid offers. That’s what you get the big roll of quarters to do . . . no, I appreciate what you’re saying, but my time is worth money, too. I’ve.