Her other hand was pulling at my balls ,ooo mmmmy gggod that felt good ,my hands was squashing her tits I could feel every inch of her suck down my l...ng shaft ,she speeded up and soon I was about to cum ,I stopped her and made her kneel on the toilet seat her pussy just sat there waiting for my big hard cock inside it ,it look so inviting her pussy looked so small will she be able to take me ?i put a bit of spit on my hand and rubbed my cock head with it ,I slowly pressed my head into she wet. Thinking about my life. What happened, I thought. I'm better than this. But I knew one thing was for sure. I had to do what he said, or I would get whipped. I walked upstairs, wiping my tears away. The abuse had gotten worse over the years, simply because I never enjoyed it. I had never had an orgasm, and I think my dad wanted me to like it. So he punished me harder, believing it would turn me on. But it never did. I reached my fathers room and saw something terrible on the bed. It was a pair. His chest is smooth and toned and as I run my fingertips down his defined abs, I can feel my panties getting wetter by the second. I quickly unbuckle his belt and his pants fall, showing a snug set of black boxers, which make his erection even more tempting to touch. I slip my hand into his boxers and squeeze him, before running my hand slowly up and down. Dylan groans and pulls away from me. He clasps his hands around my head to look deeply into my eyes. As we catch our breath, he quickly. Now takethis purse, walk over there, and apologize. I'll be waiting for you when youget back."My entire life was over. Gone. Dead. The minute Mrs. Hansen saw me in thisget up it would be all over the neighborhood, which means my friends wouldknow. I pleaded, begged, tried crying, all to no avail. Mom wiped my eyes,redid my makeup, then walked me to the front door, opened it, and told me togo. I had about as much chance of getting out of this as an ice cube on ahot plate has of not melting. With.