I made him get me off again before he could cum and needless to say he left my room a little more humiliated than before, but he had gotten his sexual...release. It was Saturday night and I was going to a party with my best friend, Jess. As I was going through my panty drawer getting ready, I couldn’t help but think with each pair that I picked up, would Brian like these? Was I getting in too deep with this? Was I going down a road that I could not come back from? At this point I was having too. I walked to the table and laid myself face down over one corner, my legs either side, 'Pull your cheeks apart for Daddy', and as I held myself open he smeared my anus with the same cream, then inserting his fingers inside he pulled me open, 'You fucking tart, you bin gagging for this', his whole demeanor changed, he became nasty and vile, each powerful thrust into me, racking me with extreme pain, I thought of my friend Cindy's advice, 'Once he is in you relax, it will go easier, I promise',. John couldn’t take it he pulled them aside and pressed my head down into his crotch. I went down on him for ages making sure to work over each of his smooth balls and long hard shaft with my tongue before gradually slipping my lips over his cock head, then down his long shaft. John moaned every time I guided his slippery cock down my throat, until his moans turned into heavy breathing, I quickened my pace with only the occasional slip where his slippery cock bounced out of my mouth. His. ” He loved the rich, dark timbre of Angelina’s voice. “Eh,” he shrugged, “it’s no big deal. It would have been nice if some of my brothers had chipped in and done it, but Fred and George break more dishes than they clean.”“Isn’t that God’s own truth,” Angelina said with a laugh. She picked up a drying towel and stood waiting as he rinsed and stacked pans in the drain rack. Ron gave her an appreciative smile that she returned. Her hair was damp and her skin glistened; a short summer-weight.