We only used one of the boxes of cake mix and ended up with forty eight cupcakes for our troubles. Most of those were taken over to the in-laws house ...ince I don't eat cupcakes on a regular basis. I'm more of a pie man than a cake man. My wife put the rest of the stuff away in a cabinet for use later.The one part of cake, or cupcakes, I do like is the icing. Especially if it's cream cheese icing, which, by the way, this was. My wife started it by opening the icing, we had used one container of. I begged my 'Daddy' to allow me to cum and he said not until you agree to do all I want you to do. This concerned me because my 'Daddy' is EXTREMELY kinky and the sky is basically the limit with him. My urge to cum was so strong that I agreed in an almost imediate reaction to the cum that was oozing onto his fingers. He fingered me OPENLY for the better part of 10 minutes ordering me to be very loud when I orgasmed. After my multiple orgasms, he introduced me to the main event. He. Il lui avait suffi de la regarder dans les yeux en affirmant qu'elle était une bimbo siliconée qui n'avait autre but dans la vie que de se faire prendre comme une pute. Une fois qu'il lui avait dit ça, il l'avait vu se transformer sous ses yeux pour devenir la personne qui gobait sa bite en cet instant précis. Depuis des années, il avait pris goût à ce pouvoir, de pouvoir en un claquement de doigt transformer une mère de famille en strip-teaseuse, une étudiante en cougar nymphomane ou une PDG. Without even bothering to come into the privacy of my home, he reached out and pulled the tie on my robe. I was frozen as he pulled it open and exposed my semi-erect dick. "No jewelry today, Bob?" he said as he reached out to grab my balls between his forefinger and thumb and gave them a smart tug. "I think you need to put that thing back on, Bob. I'd like to see it - without the shorts this time." Another hard tug. Without stepping inside, he gently, but firmly pushed aginst my exposed chest..