I gently placed my large, tanned hand on her pale throat.She remained motionless. She appeared paralyzed with fear. Through her glasses, her beautiful... eyes appeared slightly magnified. I felt her swallow hard.“Who owns this pussy?” I asked, the question was rhetorical.“You do, Daddy.” She whimpered quietly.“I love you,” I said as I leaned in closer.“I love you too, Daddy.” She replied.I kissed her on the lips. Our mouths opened and our tongues danced across one another. She tried to pull away,. Dave slid his tongue into my mouth and snaked the saliva coated flesh around my mouth. I heard Mark spit and turned my head to witness him rubbing his saliva all over the head of his cock. Next he spat on his fingers and began to grease my ass with his warm natural lubricant. I gasped once more as I realised what was about to occur. He moved the head of his cock at my puckered ring and pushed gently. My sphincter grabbed his cock as he eased the full length up my ass. I felt like the filthiest. In a panic shebegged ?Mr. Buchanan, ?NO, PLEASE: You?ll Hurt Me WithTHAT!?Buchanan sneered, ?No you won?t you little virgin they always look tobig if you?ve never had one up there?.?You?ll squeal just like a teen girl getting in the ass for the firsttime, but you?ll bear up to it just the same?. I?ll show you Chloe?!Buchanan lubricated his thick penis with KY showing more mercy thanthe senior computer analyst expected and placed the tip against herass hole, it entered and she squealed just as. This close to Spokane finding one turned out to be easy. He then sat and admired the woman he had only met yesterday. Musing, he wondered how women could be so many people in one. Helen seemed to be dozens, all singularly attractive, all remarkably competent. Watching the crisp efficiency with which she prepared the meal, his mouth began watering. He was hungry, and no one as openly competent would put less than a chef’s meal on the table. They would had to talk today, after breakfast.