I could feel his heavy balls slap my pussy with every thrust. I kept screaming for a while, until it really started to feel great, painful, but a good... kind of pain. "Fuck my ass Daddy, tear me open!" I started talking dirty to him. "I'm such a bad daughter, and I deserve any punishment you give me." With that one he started slapping my still stinging ass. I stopped talking and started screaming again. At some point I saw him reach into the pocket of his pants and take his phone out. My new. I would call it small sized. It was barely bigger than the bishop. I wasn't going to explain that I had stuffed larger things than the bishop in my ass. One of the advantages of gardening was the abundance of perishables that were shaped like cocks. My ass was no stranger to the occasional carrot, cucumber or zucchini. I looked up in time to see that she was taking another photo of me holding the package. I think maybe I shocked her when I put that package back and said, "too small". I picked. I reminded her that she would be meeting PG in a few days and if she was a good girl, she could be feed then. I still had yet to fuck this girl!I chatted with PG and decided that Friday afternoon would be a good meetup date. Mel's schedule is more flexible than mine. My original plan was for PG and me to take turns with Mel and send her home to her husband full of cum, but my schedule was not working out. I called Mel to let her know that I would not make it but I wanted her to meet PG for a. . so you can in effect control what the person wants, what the person sees, what the person likes, tastes-everything about the personality. Got it?" He had become so enthusiastic about his "beta" model that he was almost spitting in my face as he finished his peroration."Yep," I said, pretending to wipe my glasses."Here it is," said Reinhardt, coming back from the bedroom, which I assumed must be the temporary "laboratory."The transmitter was about the size of a half-package of cigarettes, the.