She had wanted him to slap her. She had almost cum when he hit her face.As soon as she got to her knees, he dropped his boxers, revealing a thick, sev...n inch dick. She moaned as she grabbed ahold of it. "That's it slut, worship your brother's dick", Timothy said and grabbed a handful of her hair. She loved this part, wishing he'd been doing this her whole life.He shoved his dick down her throat, ignoring how she gagged. He started fucking her face with his morning wood, his balls slapping her. I remembered the dogs cock sliding up inside me, growing larger till I thought Id be ripped in two. I had passed out. I lay there shaking but realized in shame that Id stopped crying. As I recalled the events from last night my cunt had gotten moist. Duke moved, sniffing and he made a whimpering sound but then just put his head on his paws. He lay right between my legs, and I couldnt help thinking of how his tongue had felt lapping at me. Was Mr. Miller right, was I just a slut? I felt my cunt. I'm not sure how he knew which lot to go to. He opened the door for me, pulled my backpack out of the back seat, and put it on.“ Where to?” he asked.“ I'm going to my room to take a shower,” I said. “I don't know where you're going.”“ I enjoyed that very much, Lauren,” he said softly.“ I enjoyed it too,” I said. “That doesn't make me feel good about it.” I held out my arm and he handed over my backpack.He stood by his car and watched me go into my room. I went immediately for the shower,. You pick up the soap and start lathering yourself. Running the soap over your arms, round your shoulders, down over your breasts. You circle around running the soap over your nipples, you linger in your rotations enjoying the feeling remembering our trip up in the carriage, and the rendezvous tonight. You feel a warmth that is not related to the water, spreading between you legs. You move down from you nipples over your stomach, down towards the urge now growing from your slit. The soap has now.