Honey was now in sweet trance-like state as her little bell-end squeezed and pulsed between the pole and her belly; she felt the whip bite again and a...ain in quick succession now, saw huge black velvety cocks with dripping shiny bell-ends, thought of how her new master’s cock would hurt her bottom more than any whip, heard the women laughing at her pain… she squealed in a different tone now; the lash bit home yet again as she trembled all over in sweet ecstasy and complete submission, hot cum. I had been infatuated with a girl who lived down my street, when I was about 18 or 19. She was hot. And she knew it. She wore outfits that were revealing, that flowed over her exaggerated curves, her youthful breasts lightly swaying when she walked with the fabric bristling and sneaking glances of her porcelain skin, her firm butt twitching a her hips swayed and the light breeze blowing her dress against her mons pubis to reveal a smooth and sexy outline. Her face was classic beauty. Large. My cock is now deep in her throat taking her breath away, she moans. Grabbing her hair at the back of her head as I fuck her face and I can tell she's loving it. I rub her pussy over her jeans and I can feel how wet she is with her pussy juice all over my fingers. I tell her how she's my dirty little slut and how I'm going to fuck her every hole on her body. I remove her jeans then slide off her lace panties. She opens her legs for me so I can lick her sweet, wet pussy. She spreads her pussy. ‘Chuck, this is my daughter, Patty,’ Dad said. ‘She and her friend Rick are here to visit us for the holidays.’ It was clear the message my dad was trying to convey. This man’s stares must have been more obvious than I thought. He readjusted his eyeballs and started awkwardly fumbling over the canapés on his plate as soon as he heard my dad say the words ‘my daughter.’ He couldn’t look me in the eye when he stuck out his hand to shake mine . I really didn’t want to shake this man’s hand. I knew.