She looks at me, ashamed. Her body twitching, nearing her orgasm. "Did I say you could play with yourself? Did I give you permission to fuck your litt...le ass with a fucking vibrator?", I yelled. Erin looks at me ashamed, tucking her head down. Whimpering, she replies "No, but I....I needed to......" I walk over to her, placing my hand under her chin and lift her head up. "You will do what I say, when I say. If you want to masturbate, you have to ask for permission. Got it?!", I command Placing a. She rolled her tongue around the head and then opened wide to accept the head of my cock. Her mouth was hot and soft. I could feel a tongue ring press into my urethra as she reached between her legs to play with her pussy while stroking my cock with the other hand. Val slowly began to take more and more of my 9" down her throat until it was buried against my bare pubes. She bobbed up and down the entire length. I was so fucking hard it was almost painful. I could hear her pussy sloshing as her. While moving back and forth between my balls and my now rock hard cock, she starts to slow down her handywork, and eventually stands up, smiles at me, and grabs the shower head off the wall (you know, with a hose) and cleans me off."My turn" she says to me in her "cute girl" voice, as she places the shower head back in its holder, hands me the soap. She then turns her back to me, leans up agains the shower door with her hands against up, her ass pointing straight out with her feet spread. Women, on the other hand, needed to be controlled, to learn their place; otherwise they’d just run around all day spreading their legs for every cock they came across.His Dad had been clear on the point. All women were just fucking whores who needed a real man to keep them in their place. Otherwise, they’d get uppity and fuck anything that moved.His Dad let him watch sometimes. Well, maybe not let him watch – but his Pops knew he was watching and never said anything.His Pops was a fucking stud..