I broke off the kiss and pulled his shirt over his head and started licking his nipples ,then he just pushed me down to my knees and said Oh baby make...daddy feel good suck his cock make it wet for that white pussy . I took his cock in my mouth started to suck him working more and more of his blk. cock into my mouth ,I was pushing my mouth deeper and deeper onto his cock gagging myself on it , I had snot coming out of my mouth as I pushed him deeper . While I was sucking his cock I looked up and. " Somehow, being naked made it, I don't know, stronger somehow. I mean, it's wonderful to be told that your blouse is nice, or that you look good in the latest high-waist jeans, but now ... Now, it's just ME, you know? People are saying that I look good, just me. Even the compliments in the showers were nice, if a bit weird.When I walked in the door, supper was ready. I knew that Mom and Dad had worked together on this one. Dad would have cooked the roast beef, sliced the red onion, and sliced. It would be weeks before she could lie comfortably on her back, and probably that long before she could sit down. She would have to squat to relieve herself. Speaking of which, there was a puddle of urine on the bed where she had lost control under the pain of the whipping.Susan was crying continuously now. She felt like there was a fire burning on her back, ass, and legs. Peevy smiled at every one of her sobs; he had a vague idea of how much she hurt and planned to increase the pain in steps. For weeks Lorette’s been cleaning and planning and scheming about your visit and when the two of you show up, she starts crying. I thought she would be glad to see your wife again, but she just started bawling.’ ‘Women don’t just cry when they’re sad, fella. They don’t even need a reason to do it. They just cry—when they’re happy, when they’re angry. They just up and cry.’ ‘Yeah? Well she’s been doing it a lot lately. She ain’t herself, I tell ya. You remember when we first found her, how sweet.