Any objections she had to the camera went away in that instant as all she could think about now was how making a baby with Jamal was going to feel. �...�From now on, you call me Daddy. Got that?” he said, his cocky attitude returning. Katie blushed and nodded, trembling slightly in excitement. “What was that?” Jamal asked smirking at her reaction.Katie blushed a little. She figured he wanted her to say it out loud. With as much voice as she could muster she whispered, “Yes Daddy, I’m yours.”Jamal. With a single phone call, he takes control of the unit and can send an electric shock to my tits or cock and balls. Pushing another code into the phone tightens either the clamps or the ring, painfully so I might add. I have never seen the device in any of the online S&M catalogues Master orders me to study, so I presume he had it custom made. I am honored that he would do so for a shithead like me. I, of course, sent him the money to pay for the device. Each month he sends me the phone bill. My cock was already too sensitive from cumming, and the intensity of the pleasure she gave me stole my ability to think.That didn’t stop me from grabbing Traci's ass to pull her down closer, and she grabbed my head to lift me up higher. Together, we slammed my tongue deep into the savory flavors that were pouring out of her, and she quickly raced toward another orgasm.Through all of that, Carol had maintained the painful pressure to the base of my cock. My orgasm had pulsed against the. “I understand,” said her friend.“Well, thanks for that,” said Becca.“That chair that he uses sure looks like it cost a lot and it’s not much bigger than a chair in your dinette. I’d like to have one of those myself,” said Jill, laughing and changing the subject.“Yeah, dad got it for him. He doesn’t know it either. Dad is afraid, that if he knew, he’d give it back and get one of those cheapos. Dad pulled me aside to make sure that I knew not to say anything about it, ever,” said my daughter..