..after that expert floggingwhich, before then, I had never thought of as foreplay...I could onlybeg for him to fuck me, it seemed like the last thoug...t I would everhave..."Trisha!" he said sharply, realizing that I was in dreamland staring athim with my right cheek still pressed on the counter in a puddle oftears"Y..yes Daddy?"He chuckled again, amused at his handwork in putting me in such astate, breaking me in the good way, not the bad way....Daddy steppedbehind me and gently lifted my. Every one low on my ass--my sit spot--and they get harder as it goes on. Or is that my ass getting sorer? By the eighth, there tears start. By fifteen, I’m crying good. Begging for her to stop. My ass can’t stand it any more and I start moving to get away. “Naughty naughty. That’s going to cost you extras. It’s nice that you’ve got the paddle and this strap-thing right here--that should come in handy.” She rubs my bottom. Her hand feels cold and good. “Arch up for me. Don’t make me give you. " Pregnant women who came to the US to have babies. the babies were immediately US citizens because they were being birthed on US soil. Furthermore, when these babies became 21, they could bring their families legally to the US! My turned suddenly dark. Crystal! What if she were to get pregnant... I Shook it off. What was wrong with me? Thinking of impregnating an underage girl? Breaking the law just to get my rocks off? Damn I was thinking some bad thoughts. My wife came to bed,. . I let them turn the corner and slowly followed them i stood out side the gate as I watched them enter the shed, I waited a few minutes the crept up to the shed and looked through the slats .They was standing kissing each other, her blouse was open her bra was pushed up Mark hand was needing and squeezing her breast, then Mark started pinching her nipple, he hadn't lied about how errect her nipples got, I watched as he walked her backwards towards the table, still kissing her and sat her on.