“Tell me what you are.” He said as he slapped me on the ass once again.“I’m…a…oh yeah..oh yeah…right there daddy…I’m….a …slut. I...��m a cocksucking fag….I’m a whore…I’m your whore…ohhhh…eeeee”I could barely form words. He noticed and just focused on fucking me, slapping my ass every now and then. I couldn’t take it anymore and ended up cumming all over his seat. He wasn’t too far behind. I felt his legs start to wobble a bit and then I felt what seemed like a gallon of cum shoot into my ass as he. "I don't know. I guess. I just want you to trust me, Andrea. I promise I'll take care of you. And, more than that, I'll let you be who you want to be." It is a fairytale, Peter." Would you please stop fucking calling me Peter? Every time you call me that it reminds me that I'm just a dick to serve your needs. I'm Stephen." No, you're my Peter. It was my Peter who cared enough to make me a willing participant. You didn't come here just to get laid. With the others, I was just a fine. He was spanking the eye of the target with his solid and stiff meat rod splattering and splashing the tiny beads of lube and pre cum which I could feel on myglobe like ass buns. And then I heard the All Powerful, All Commanding word, “Ready”.I did not only hear but felt what he meant; ready or not; he was NOW going to fuck, reshape, enlarge and destruct my ass hole, of course for the mutual pleasure and enjoyment I knew. With my head bowed and buried between my hands, I could feelHubert’s left. I didn’t let any chance of noticing her curves slip away. She had become my dream girl.One year passed. She became mother of a daughter. Her daughter started to grow and her curves also grew with the child. I started to become mad for her. But no way to reach her. 7 years passed. My niece became 6 years old. As I had a reputation of being a good student, my cousin requested me to give tuition to his daughter for admission in a good school of Dhaka. I readily agreed as I would be able to spend.