I’m sorry if I sometimes make you and your lifestyle the target of my ... frustrations resisting all its temptations. You’re a good man at heart. ...’d like to think Mom wouldn’t be so in love with you if you weren’t. I guess my main problem with all this is they don’t get to make the choice.”My dad said, “Tim, there are a lot of things people have to live through that wasn’t their choice. That’s just part of life. I don’t abuse them. I don’t use them and leave them to fend for themselves. I. All three women swallowed the contents of her husbands balls, such was the generosity of the willing females to accept her husbands seed, I looked at my finger fucking friend, 'I have a fresh load on my leg', she looked behind me at the man who ejaculated, 'You dirty little fucking pervert', but she said it lovingly, like a mother scolding her u******e son, and then dropped to her knees again and started to lick mt leg clean, swallowing his semen with each lick, she was a 'cum-slut', a. I tried to let my head fall back in ecstasy, but the cord holding my hair prevented that. It forced me to look into Daddy’s eyes, as they teased my body. My hips were bucking back against Master Marcos’s fingers, as I pushed my breasts towards Daddy.“Please Daddy.”They kept kept up with their relentless teasing. I was biting my lip, so as to not cum without permission. Master Marcos moved closer and pressed his hips against mine. I could feel his stiff cock through his leather pants, pressed. SMACK! “Fuck!” I groaned. “You really don't have to—”CRACK!“Oh, yes we do,” Ms. Lyon said, her hand leaving a burning swath across my rump. The heat melted down to my pussy. I shuddered and then something clicked in my head when she said, “You've been bad.”“I have been bad,” I moaned in a throaty purr. I rubbed my cheek into the couch, my nipples throbbing. Pussy juices soaked my bush. “I've been such a bad futa. I stole those panties.”SMACK!“Yes, yes, punish me!” I moaned. “Mmm, too sexy.