“Oh, Daddy.”“God, what a delicious pie you made,” he growled. He licked my slit again. “Just a tasty dessert.”“I'm so glad you enjoyed m...y cunt, Daddy,” I mewled, my orgasms finally dying down.“What a treat,” he said. “Makes me ache for more.”“Have all you want, Daddy. Whenever you want or need my pie, it's yours to feast upon.”“But I need a different treat.” He rose up me, his hands stroking my sides. I blinked, my eyes focusing on him. He hovered over me, his chin dripping in my pussy cream. I. I LIKED knowing exactly what to do to turn him on. I liked being told what to do. When he said, 'Show me your cunt.' I knew lifting my skirt and spreading my legs pleased him. It was written all over his face! He was getting exactly what he wanted, and he was getting it from me! And that turned me on! Okay. Okay. So, what happened to the girl who was more concerned with what she got than what she gave? Okay, well, she got fucked. There was no way I was going anywhere. I was 'cock-whipped'. The. One more person got in the front. So I had to move in really close to the driver. “Shall we start?” The driver started the vehicle and put the gear. I saw his firm hand on the gear and something started to stir inside me. I didn’t know what it was. I couldn’t help but notice that the gear loomed somewhat like a cock. It was long and hard and round at the top. I loomed at the driver as he was driving and shifting gears.He looked at me and smiled again.I felt my cock raising. Could it be the. Even when he stopped, his look told me that I should continue, and so I did. When he returned, he had a crop in his hand, and as i begged for his repeated punishment, he began to focus the crop on my nipples and the underside of my tits. I cried out, tears streaming down my face. Master stopped whipping, but I continued my pleadings. Finally he snapped the crop down on my bare pussy, not even the hair left there to protect me or cushion the blow. I screamed unexpectedly, and Master picked up a.