The man groans, his owl tattoo twitching as his lower abs constrict with pleasure. Suddenly, the woman smacks my ass drawing a moan from my lips. The ...an harshly grabs my hair and pushes his cock deeper in my mouth, my throat opening to deep throat him without any complaints. The woman slaps my ass harder and harder, each time wrenching a cry from me. Her nails dip between my cheeks and stroke my now dripping pussy, the slaps making me oh so wet. "Look how the little slut loves to be beaten...". ”“Does he know that you can do what you just did?”Very hesitatingly, I said, “N-No! I really didn’t get as much support from my dad as I had hoped for!”“What?”“Dad, you don’t remember when I was eight years old and couldn’t even get the ball up to the hoop. You actually lowered the rim to seven feet so I could get the ball to it. I practically never heard, ‘Attaboy’ or ‘Try again, son.’ You were working so hard 12 hours a day, I never got you to help me get better. It was always Roxanne who. Both of us were hot and sweating after this encounter so we ventured to the shower for a quick clean up. At this point I was less horny but still wanting more cock. While in the shower I was rubbing my hands over his soap slicked body and oh so conveniently dropped the soap and of course had to go down on my knees to get it. Needless to say I could not help myself from taking him in my mouth again. He said it might take a while before he could cum again...like that would be a problem...not!. Rebecca was appalled, yet felt a slight tingling in her body. ‘The man is my brother Louis, the woman, your mother. The tree stood for centuries where your favorite apple tree stands now. This was before she met your father.’ Demons darted in from time to time to rake her sweaty skin with their long fingernails, pinch her nipples and legs, and slap her ass. Louis wore a white robe and his eyes glimmered at her torment. From time to time he reached out with his right hand and lifted his palm.