Soon she was out of her mind once again. Michael was talking low and dirty in her ear and her body was buzzing along with the vibrator. She felt like ...she would break into a million pieces at any moment. She turned her head and met Michael’s eyes.“Kiss me please,” she breathed.Michael laughed slightly, “No baby, if I help you will never be able to do this on your own. You have to do this the first time without me. Come on you can cum. Cum for me Silk,” he told her. Silk gave a whine but kept. Anger surged through me. I grabbed both her arms in tight grips. “I don't know what has gotten into you, but you're at least going to suck my cock. I need to fucking cum.”“No,” she hissed. “Let me fucking go, Tad!”“You're mine!”“I'm not just a thing!” She struggled. “I thought you loved me, but you don't, do you?”I gaped at her. “Don't you find it hot that you're a thing? An incestuous fuck toy for me to play with? I thought you loved being my slut!”“I loved you!” she snarled. “But not any. Cohen is, as we’ve established, no layman, neither clinically as a sexual psychologist, nor as an insatiable satyr in his own right.Indeed, the irresistible challenge to Don Weather’s monogamy sat to her mother’s right, that is to say the left in the Leo Cohen’s field of view. Bethany Michaels: Kristie Weathers’ daughter by a man who, according to her husband, had never even learned he had a child. Bethany Michaels: that husband’s stepdaughter, sexual plaything, and now co-conspirator in his. I pushed my hips forward. I wanted his fingers inside of me.As he slid them farther into my pussy I slid more of his cock into my mouth. We were both trembling now. Our first try at sex didn’t end so well. Hopefully this attempt would be so much better.He slid a second and then a third finger into me. I moaned.I had almost his entire cock in my mouth. I slid it slowly back out to its tip. Then I immediately slid it back inside my mouth. It felt so warm against my tongue.He moved his hips up and.