Fucking me harder and harder as I loosened up a little bit, butnever making it easy.......Daddy continued like this, from my cunt to mymouth and back ...gain time after time, and always the belt inbetween....pain then pleasure...but mostly pain...Daddy's sweet pain thattouches me, breaks me.......only stopping to get a drink of water orwhisky, nothing for me...I was his fucktoy, his painslut and his whore...I was lost in a mindless daze of obedience and adrenalin and pure lust,somehow passing. "Hi," he said to Bree, who was standing there gaping at him. "I'm Professor Cary Gordon. You'd be Miss Spencer, the photographer, right?"Bree recovered quickly. "Yes, I'm Bree Spencer. We'll do this whenever you're ready, Professor Gordon."He loosened his tie a bit. "Please, call me Cary. After all, you're about to know every-thing else, right?"Bree laughed with him. She adjusted the camera and told him she was ready.The first shot showed Cary behind a desk, reading over some term papers. Then. While saying she cried lot and came near to me and without hesitation she request me to suck her breast.i said susma it is bad friend’s wife always good friend.she refused my word. she just take my right hand to her right breast and removed her saree. i can’t control my penis is moving fast.i grabbed her to bed and removed jacket and bra while pressing i can feel child is left more milk.i sucked her breast and it was white and brown nipple what a tastewith salty. and changed to left. she is on. I took a deep breath. In truth, I wanted nothing more than to play this game. I knew I could do it. I’d practised a lot, after all. If I succeeded then my fantasy would come true and if I failed, well... Mister Purple would be a new experience, at least. I actually quite enjoyed anal stimulation, though nothing quite that big had ever been up my bum before. “All right,” I said, trying to sound cool and failing. “I know what your pussies smell like. I can tell the difference!” “Oh yes,” said.