He lowered his head as if ashamed. Tears prickled my eyes but I blinked them away rapidly. He’s just trying to drive a stake between us. I told myse...lf. Chance wouldn’t do that to me he loved me. Sam sat quietly contemplating us. Shane looked absolutely terrified. The weaker of two halves. I decided. ‘So let’s play that game I was talking about.’ Sam said after a lengthy silence. He stopped in front of me. ‘Truth or dear my love?’ he asked. I stubbornly remained silent. He chuckled and put his. This was a surprise because I was almost making my mind to be finishing this get together with a grand ass worship and feeding each other; not expecting Norton to go anal with me on our very first chance to be naked for the other and with the other. Hearing the open offer to fuck his ass made me horny as hell. Damn! I was surely in need after, all we had done so far and came quickly behind him to held his hip up while he was only waiting for my response and half way in decision to take a doggy. His cock engorged itself in my sanctum and then with the last fierceness of his strength his semen punctured me. Softly it splattered against my womb. He removed his cock and looked at the picture he painted. His daughter's lips dripped with his life. The aroma of my cunt mixed with the pleasure of his juice, a new scent wafted through the air, a combination of: a wife's completion, a daughter's love, and a father's relief. My father fell on the bed and climbed under the covers, tired and. No cock refused. No fuck declined. No choice given. He was merely a vessel for the horniness of dozens of hedonistic sons, fathers and uncles with no more rights than a Roman sex slave at their most indulgent of feasts.It was intoxicating. He had knowingly yielded his consent. He wanted to be treated no better than a discardable masturbatory sleeve where the dominant tops gave no concern for his pleasure. The desperate slut sought the dehumanising degradation, and the masters had offered him.