She swings viciously, delivering blow after blow after blow until she starts to tire. The slut's screams are music to my ears. I rub my cock."Sit up...!" she yells, yanking the slut by the hair. She looks at the tits, then back at me. "You broke them!" I did not! They'll be good as new in a few days. The nipples are hardly touched anyway."She snorts, then goes to work, putting a clamp against the slut's tits. Slowly, she squeezes them closed. "Aaah aaaaah!" cries the slut."Ooh look at. Her father laying on mom pushing rapidly into mom's throat. Dad kept grinding into Little Piggy's mouth and throat while she dreamed. She now saw herself being given this huge dick in every scene she has witnessed. Offering him her pleasure and her body. Receiving his hot passion and fury. Grinding in and out, faster and faster.She did it, just like her mom. It's all the way in. Now she could feel the sliding rod getting thicker and her father's rhythm lengthening. He pushed in and Little Piggy. I helped deliver him when he was born. Then I helped with his training, his obedience training anyway. Then I was finally able to bring him home. He was so well behaved. The first thing he did was go sit in the chair I had bought him and chew on his raw hide bone quietly. He didn’t need to jump he could get what he wanted with just a look and I somehow knew what he wanted, and he was extremely patient which was exactly what I wanted. As he grew I taught him how to greet me and kiss me. I. You see, I am not stupid. Unfortunately, neither is he. If this is God's own country, why did He let the rich bastards invent the pre-nuptials?I am John Cerutti. From the old country, yes.I know, I know. Machismo, Mafioso and Mussolini. As far as the Duce goes: half my family got robbed blind by him. Some died. As for the Mob, yes, we eat the same spaghetti as Tony Soprano.Leaves the Macho part. I plead guilty. I love men to be men and women to wear skirts. I love a woman to depend on me. And I.