I want to feel your cock way up inside of me!”“I can’t, sweetheart, you remember, you could become pregnant. You don‘t want to get pregnant d...o you?”“I don’t care, Papa, I’ve got to feel you up me!”I knew better than to stimulate her more, but I had to try something. So I went down on her. I roughly pulled her legs apart and buried my tongue as deep as I could in her dripping vagina. I reached up with my hands and pinched down hard on her nipples.“YES, Papa, harder, please!”I released her. As I listen to the tv I can hear his playing ESPN.Now as I lay in bed there is a scratching on the wall. As I sit up in the dark listening the clock saids that it's 10:30. There it goes again and a whimpering. What could it be? Now it starts. A bark!He has a dog. There it goes again. From the sound of it I can tell that it is a puppy. Again I lay down, but the dog keeps on barking. Fifteen minutes pass. Something must be done. I have to get some sleep. I don't want to spend my Saturday in. "Mom take her into the bathroom and get her cleaned up, Darla's going home!" Boy I was pissed; one because I thought Darla had the makings of a real submissive playmate and two, because she thought she could play us.I had gone to my old room and taken a quick shower and had some pants and a tee on by the time mom had Darla cleaned up enough to get dressed. Darla had stopped crying and her eyes weren't that red. She tried to apologize as mom helped her find all her clothes in the living room. "I. Next thing I knew was somebody had ahold a my ear. Ole Mr. Simms heard the ruckus an’ come out. Well the ear hurt so I reaches up to grab what’s aholdin it. I didn’t know the stuff was stuck all over my hand. Now Mr. Simms is stunk up too but he ain’t lettin’ go o’ my ear, no sir. He’s mad. He takes me home holdin me way out an’ still not lettin go o’ my ear. Well, Mr Simms was where he could kinda wipe his feet on the mat. I’m just kinda hangin there by my ear. My feet were hardly touchin’ the.