Holly started doing role playing a lot. She dressed up like a schoolgirl quite a bit. One night she came to bed in the kind of footie pajamas that par...ents buy for younger kids. She whispered, “Daddy, I really missed how cuddly it feels to wear pajamas like this and sit on your lap while you read me a story. Do you like my pink, “Power Puff Girls” pajamas? I know I’m probably too old, but they do keep me nice and warm.”Holly wiggled her little butt on my lap and whispered in my ear, “I like. Master I cried softly trying not to groan in pain. Does master have to punish his slut again? I heard him chuckle. N…no sir. Ill be good from now on I whimpered holding back tears. I dont believe you. He said sharply. I could feel his cock teasing my asshole I started to tremble with pleasure. My little slut likes being fucking in the ass? He said playfully. I nodded. I asked you question! Speak! He yelled putting his hand around my neck and squeezing just enough to let me speak. Yes master I. James still has his look, slim build, with salt and pepper hair. James was looking for a serious relationship; so, was I. When we arrived to my apartment, James put down my grocery on top of my dinner table; we begin to stare at each other eyes with passion. We begin to hug and kiss, like we never had been kiss before. I say to James ‘Relax yourself; get comfortable I will put something on sexy’. James begin to take off his clothes, strength out on my bed, I have put on a mini tin top. She usually talks about finding a 24 or 25 year old to service her every need, but finding the right boy had proven to be a challenge. In the neighborhood where we live, we used to have a 19 year old boy who lived next door to us, with him mom. Zack was your prototypical surfer boy. He was about 6 feet tall, with a long lean but very well-defined body. He had a perpetual deep bronze tan which was the result of all the hours he spent at the beach. He had long, messy blonde hair and Anne Marie.