There it was again; that feeling of power, of control,of masculinity that she felt holding his head to her as he servicedher like no man she'd ever be...n with. Her little man. Her little boy.Her little girl. It was all so wonderful. He looked so vulnerable anddelicate in his panties and she felt so strong and powerful as sheapproached orgasm."Ohhh..." she groaned as the feeling went beyond goodness andapproached ecstasy.When she could take no more, she released his head and stepped back.She. She must have been stirring again because it wasn't long before her hands started flailing once more. She reached for the pillow case enveloping her head this time. No chance. I let go of one pigtail and used my free hand to slap her hard on the face. Her hands dropped immediately. She started screaming. Screaming for... Me. Screaming for dad. Screaming for daddy to help her. The clueless little slut didn't have any idea who was buried balls deep in her little shithole. She had no fucking clue.. It is not difficult but it is more like baking a cake. If you follow the formula, it works great; if not, it is uneatable.Go someplace dark, remove film from canister, put film in developing canister, pour in developer, start timer, timer goes off, pour out developer, pour in stopping chemical, start timer, when timer goes off pour out stopping chemical, rinse with distilled water, hang to dry. If you don't follow the formula then you are over developed or under developed. It is really a very. He whimpered a little as I didn’t let him cum. “Not yet old man” I teased. I took his hand from my head and placed it on my firm and hard tits. He rubbed it like a child with a toy. He tried to put his hand under my shirt but I smacked it. Letting him grope me like this was more than enough I thought to myself.He muttered some curse word in disappointment and started pinched my nipples over my shirt, making my head spin with lust and my pussy clench. He kept fondling me for a few minutes and I.