The next day I returned to feed the cat and lay out her husband’s magazines as I had always done. I stripped my clothes and fell into the most wonde...rful masturbation sessions I had ever had. I drizzled some olive oil – extra virgin of course – on my cock and begin to slowly stroke it up and down. I toyed with the head and reached over to play with my balls with my other hand. Gently massaging them before dipping down to that male G-spot just beneath my balls, even venturing downward to tickle. Every weekend he would spend every waking moment with me. Really, my dad was my hero. He brought me up to be an outdoor person. We spent the weekends, hiking, camping, biking, or swimming at the lake. When I turned twelve, I started telling my dad he needed to find a woman, but he always gave me a standard answer, 'I already have a princess at home, no man could ask for more.'Even though he would never do anything sexual with me. I thought a lot about it, probably more than a daughter should,. He was sitting on Adams chest, straddling him. Oh oh, you missed a spot, George said pointing out a small bit of come on his dick. He slapped Adam hard across the face. Good slaves do what theyre told. Dont let it happen again. Your master wouldnt like it if you disobeyed me. He might punish you. Do you understand? When Adam said nothing, George slapped him again. I said, do you understand? Yes, sir. Okay, Ill unlock you and you get in the shower. The warm water from the shower felt good on. I stroked my cock again and again, watching the muscular studs black and white on the video take the measure of their friends' generous peckers in their mouths and asses. Several of their enormous endowments drove me nearly-insane with lust. By this point, all doubt had disappeared. I really did want to see what it felt like to suck a big, hard cock like theirs. But I wanted some practice first.I took another tentative step, making a second trip to the adult store and purchasing the most.