"Do you still think the squashes are too small?" He continued working the squash into my now moistening cunt and I could feel it was going to fill me ...p and stretch me a bit. I kept squirming, as I wasn't wet enough to be very pleased with a fuck right then. A sharp smack on my ass stopped me. It was a large wooden spoon! he hadn't used the wooden spoon on me in such a long time! I almost wanted to cry, I was so mad! But then I noticed my pussy warming up and how the zucchini was starting to. Chapter 7. Ahorsetail floggingZarka led usoutside the building and along a sharp gravel path to a large room at the backof the main building. The stones once more played havoc with our feet and undidmost of Naomi healing. Blood again oozed from between our toes and mine werebleeding freely by the time we finally made it to the relatively soft, deepsand floor of the room. Our relief was short lived because the sand grainsstuck to the blood and further abraded the skin. For a few moments we. Then we went to the kitchen. We tried not to look so guilty."So what took so long?" Christina asked."Nothing, we were just talking I guess," I replied."OK sweetheart. You still like your steak to be pinkish?" Christina asked."Yes mom. Did you really not remember?" I asked."Well you've been over here for some weeks, I didn't know if your fiance's taste buds rubbed off onto you or not," Christina replied.I really did notice that John and Christina were really starting to get along with each. After, perhaps, a bit less than a minute, she stood and watched as Heather impaled herself on Dad’s cock. Once Heather was all the way down onto it, she opened her eyes, and looked at Sex Slave.“You did a good job, Sex Slave. My pussy rode easily down onto your Master’s cock. It feels so good inside me.”“Thank you, Mistress Heather. Sex Slave wishes you enjoyment.”Sex Slave then took up her vigil. Heather leaned back in to kiss Dad and began slowly rising and falling on his cock. Carol had.