I just kept blowing daddy. Since I was able to deep throat him, I wanted him to enjoy every minute of it. Now that my mouth felt like my wet pussy, I ...knew that I was doing something right. Now faster, I moved my mouth over daddy's hardness. I massaged his balls gently as I kept taking him deep. His testicles started to tighten slightly as my mouth stroked his cock with a perfect rhythm. Suddenly, daddy's cock got extremely hard. I felt the ridges even more and the veins pop out as my lips. I craned my neck but I still couldn't see it. Smiling evilly at me I saw… oh God no! In his hand was a much bigger anal plug, pink in color, about six inches long, three inches in diameter, a true item of torture if I ever saw one. I knew I was in more trouble than he let on to me. "Master John, no, don't, please, that won’t fit!!" I said, screaming and crying in terror. He picked up the bamboo cane, again smiling."Shall I give you something more to cry about, Ceres?" he said, hitting the cane. Of course, he didn't want to "put me out," but I allayed his fears. I drove slowly on my scooter while he pushed his undamaged bike behind me.We parked our vehicles, and I directed him to the bathroom. I heard water running, and some "Ouches" - likely from the water. I knocked on the door, and asked if I could help. He whimpered a bit, "Would you please?" I entered, and he'd stripped of his biking shorts and shirt, essentially leaving him naked. Ever the professional, I still subtly gave him. Experience each moment, individually, for itself. I am experiencing this moment, fucking my body on this toy, sucking his cock, and it is unlike anything else I have done or will ever do. And her core seemed to unclench, releasing the orgasm to all her body's muscles at once, its raw power surprising and shocking her as time compressed back to something resembling normality. The high pitched scream around his dick set him off as well. With a shout, the first pulses of come hit the top of her.