I never had any man tell me I didn’t make him feel special when I made love to him… but than they didn’t see me as a whore!’ I reached for my ...louse and down to pick up my cut-offs. ‘I’ll never tell anyone what I did… you don’t have to worry about the law coming after you. You can watch me from your window and just remember each time I look up and look at your window.. .it could be you holding me, touching me, kissing these breasts, sucking my nipples like the lover you were last night.. .it. Each step was agonizingly slow and deliberate. His hair was as white as the fresh fallen snow outside. One gnarled and wrinkled old hand reached for the receiver. "Hello?" he said gruffly. "Dad? Can you hear me?" James asked in a loud voice. Mr. Reed was hard of hearing, but his mind was still sharp as a tack.The old man grunted in response. "Yes, son. I can hear you," he replied. "What's wrong? It isn't anything with Jamie is it?" he growled a bit impatiently. His hips ached and his knees felt. Finally, I managed to reposition her had so that it was on the head of my cock. When she realized what she was feeling, she gasped. Her counterpart, seated across the table next to my friend, seemed to inquire what it was that made her gasp. My B-girl spread her hand out, so as to measure how long it was from the head of my cock to my crotch, then made a similar gesture with her other hand, showing her how long my cock was. My friend's B-girl similarly gasped and stared at me,I took this. She obviously loved this plug. As soon as I started pushing it in, she began to moan. By the time it was all the way in, she said, “Daddy, may I please cum? Please Daddy, please.” “If you can control yourself until I give you your first lash, I will allow you to cum one time. After that one, you get no more. Do you understand?” “Yes Daddy.” “Ok, I am going to give you ten lashes. You will count each one and thank me each time. Do you understand?” “Yes.