Except that wasn't something he wanted. With a sigh he sat down at themake-up table and put on a big paper bib to keep his top clean. Shehad taught ...him to do that when she started him applying his own blushand adding a light dusting of powder. She had also gotten him to watchher do her own make-up so he would know how it was done. Now he wentto work with the cosmetics, remembering everything he had recentlylearned. There was green eye shadow to match what he was wearing. Andlong false. ..he was using me for his pleasure, to prolongit as long as he wanted to. I loved it.He gave me a drink of water every 10 minutes or so, I guess, not reallysure to be honest. There was no time anymore, just Daddy, and me, Daddy'scock and my eager, dripping mouth.He was throbbing hard now, in that irregular pulsing way that means hisorgasm is right up against the wall and ready to break through....we wereboth deep in our sub- and Dom-spaces, tuned into each others breaths andmuscles and movement. "Are you ready for my cum, you little slut?" Bianca grabbed Lindsey's tits as she continued slamming her cock into her pussy. She glided in and out almost effortlessly, now just about balls deep. Only a few inches of her massive length couldn't fit into Lindsey, but it was more than enough to send ripples of pleasure down Bianca's cock. "Fuck, baby! Make me pregnant! Give me that futa seed!" Lindsey screamed, clawing at the headboard, her back arched as far as it could go. Her body couldn't. Marianne went after him, he stood at the top just inside the office. He heard the splashing flow of water, then silence and then suddenly “Ahh” and a big splash. He rushed down the stairs and paddled down a couple of wet steps. Reaching out, he pulled the soaking woman in and then helped her out of the freezing, brown, muddy water. She was shivering a little already as they went up the stairs.“Look, you’ll need to get out of these wet things. Here.” He took off his shirt and gave it to her; but.