chattelprod: You agreed to this; was it foolish curiosity, or the fact that you have been edging you
chattelprod: You agreed to this; was it foolish curiosity, or the fact that you have been edging your little brain out for over a year. You met online, and agreed to meet in person. You freed up your whole weekend per his request, and gave him your cellphone and wallet. You asked nicely to be restrained like this, your cute little outfit on display, your scared, pouty face visible from the topof the steps. “Let’s really get to know each other, slave. You don’t mind if I call you slave, do you?”“I don’t mind daddy.”“Good little slut.”Daddy takes off his belt, drops his pants and pulls down his boxers. Fully engorged, he sits on her face, gently places his warm laptop on her belly and pulls up her blog.“I’m going to read every post aloud, and describe every image you’ve blogged. While I’m doing this, you are going to lick my ass, sack, and suck whatever I stuff in your mouth. Ok slave?”Her tongue was already inside of him. She was whimpering, squirming. She had over 20,000 posts. He had already broken her. -- source link