He could hear daddy’s voice in his mind calling him, his good little bitch and his whore. No one had ever dared to call him that but hearing it from... his sugar daddy was a pride.“Move your fist, you mother fucker. You are not fucking your fist, it is your daddy’s ass you are fuckin. Ooouuhh! Fuck me harder faggot boy. You are my man”. Daddy had started gasping a little. “Don’t you dare cum already boy? Stop everything, stop. Get the leather strap and put it around your balls. Tie your balls. You might even say she was a professional. It came with the territory. She was a Professor at a prestigious university, teaching courses in political science. Up until now, she’d done all the right things. Gone to the best schools, graduated at the top of her class, met all the right people and kept her reputation above reproach. She’d married into money and given birth to two perfect, blonde, blue eyed, kids, just like her… And then she’d met me. I was her Achilles’ heel she’d tell me from. You’re just kidding with me.” “No,” my wife told him. She shifted a little as she stood in front of him, giving me a good view of her swaying ass as she tried to appear as if she were being childishly seductive toward the college student in our living room. “I really want to do it with you.” “Mrs. Snow-,” he started. “And I don’t want you to leave until I’ve had you,” April went on. I sighed, giving my cock a couple of slow strokes. My wife had thrown her arms around Todd and raised herself. Still keeping her right hand on her holster, Maggie brushed the dust off her coat and took her hat off, shaking the dust out of her long, wavy red hair. She pulled the bandana down and ran her tongue over her large, generous mouth, trying to get some moisture back into her lips. She really was a very attractive woman but a total "no go" for a thief. Suna stood up from her crouch, pushing down the neat black skirt of her short corset dress and hitching up the stocking leggings. 'You can take the.