“Give it to me” I ask you helplessly and it is a question despite the fact that I already know the answer. You’d never know that I was talking a...bout your heart, I’d never tell. You give me your cock as deep as our bodies allow, my cervix protesting silently as you pound it relentlessly. I betray it by begging for it harder still. “Spread my arse” I tell you brazenly because I know I’ll just love the feel of it and the knowledge that you’re looking at me as you do it. The solitary word “yes”. It was as thick as a grocery store cucumber and the head was fat like a marshmallow helmet. I just wanted to grab it and hold on to it for a minute and I pictured putting it against my cheek and caressing it with my lips. “It doesn’t bother me,” I said slowly shaking my head. “and if it doesn’t bother you, don’t worry about it. Honestly, you have nothing to be ashamed of.” I realized that I put a little too much emphasis on the word nothing and looked up at him smiling. His eyes lit up and a. "That's it but harder still, sweetie."I put some pressure into the next one and the smack of skin on skin was loud. I was afraid that I would hurt her."Now rub it all around and do it again."I rubbed my hand around her bottom, watching its pale color change to a bright pink in the shape of my hand. As I rubbed the pink spread gradually until the handprint was not quite so visible. I lifted my hand and smacked her again, then rubbed it out. I could feel the warmth of the hot blood accumulating. “Shut up,” George sneers.The little thing brushes off the man’s rudeness, taking another puff of his cigar. “So they want you to babysit for them? How did that come about?”“Apparently they saw me leaving Trey’s house last night and they know he doesn’t have a daughter, so they assumed I was a babysitter. He said I was and gave them my number.”“Hmm, I wonder if they saw anything.” He takes another puff. “I could get awkward.”“Yeah, but it didn’t come up.”“Not yet,” the creature says smiling with.