The first one is 'yellow'. It is a warning. It means that you are close to your limit, that you are not turned on by what is happening, or rather the ...pposite. It is a plea for me to back off a little. Now, that one is optional for me. It gives me information about your state of mind (and body). I can ignore it, or act on it if I choose to. The second one is 'red'. It means 'stop whatever you are doing, untie me, let me go.' You should use it if you are in intolerable pain, if you think you. "Thanks, I really needed a confidence booster like that."The cab driver replied. "Just give her hair a tug early on, so you don't waste the whole day."Bob said. "I'll remember that."Then the cab driver said. "Were here, go get her tiger."Bob said thanks. "Keep the change and buy your girl a new wig."The cab driver said. "Thanks and good luck buddy."Bob said. "Yeah, I'll need it."Bob walked in to the Fountain Restraunt and there she was, just like her picture. Bob let out a sigh of releif and. I thought it was going to be a night to sit inside an curl up on the couch to watch a move. Boy, could I be more wrong! I arrived at Brians little after 8, walking in the back door I heard people talking, didnt think to much into it, since Brian had roomates. When Brian noticed I was there, he introduced me to his friends. Paul was black, about 56, slender build but with arm muscles, very attractive, Id guess in his early 30s. I had to be careful with the way I looked at him when I was. As I pushed against him, he entered me completely. He wrapped his arms around me and fondled my breasts while he stroked in and out. At first, he was slow and steady, but, as soon as he heard me moan, my father began thrusting faster and faster. I was filled with my father's hard cock, and I reached down and felt his balls. He groaned at my lascivious touch. "Oh, lord, Andrea, you are one hot cunt!" he gasped into my ear. "Keep fucking me, daddy," I cried. "Fuck me real good!" My father.