It made me feel like I wasn't a full person - more like a piece of equipment or maybe livestock. Despite this passionless method, I was in heaven. I w...s still wearing my tight little dress, and the sleazy fishnets. Here I was, bent over and dressed up like a whore; restrained in a doggy position while my captor pleasured me from behind. I certainly didn't feel like a man of any sort. This is not how men feel. This is how girls feel, when a dominant man makes them his sex slave for the night. I. Squealing in delight as my meat rubs against your cervix, you know you are going to be fucked!Then it happens, my black dickhead penetrates your uterus. I am completely inside you. I am in your womb! You cry out as the last of my dick makes it's entrance and bumping the back wall of your womb. "Oh Sir! You're deep in me! You're inside my womb!" You scream in ecstasy as my hands squeeze the globes of your ass.I hold you as you are impaled on my raging erection. Slowly standing up, your back. To me, it was designed to draw your man's eyes between your legs. It’s something worn to arouse. There’s nothing practical about them.”Looking in the mirror, Diane understood what Marsha was saying. “I got it,” she mumbled.“But you can see that they fit like a glove. There are no mysteries with this panty,” Marsha said as she pointed at the way the garment fit Diane’s ass.Handing Diane another style, Marsha said, “This one is called a hip hugger. It is designed to cover more skin, but still,. .”His hands made his way to her waist pulling her more towards him and hugging her lost for a moment as he felt her breasts over his chest pressing softly, his fingers moved a little on her ass gripping it softly, his cock grew in his shorts pressing against her.She found it strange as her father was showing more than the affection he would, his eyes were making her feel shy and she thought if she had felt his thing in between her legs pressing. She was surprised if she thought what it is she.