”At the mention of so much money, Julia was tempted to take him up on his offer but instead stared at him and said, “I was under the impression th...at you could choose which you want to participate in, that it was not a requirement to do both”“You are right, it is not a requirement to do both,” he replied. “Now, feet spread and both hands on the desk. I have to test the material to see if it is spankable. Now assume the position, ass in the air.”As if her feet and mind had a mind of their own she. The pace of her breathing slowed, as did her hands. Moments later, after her eyes had finally rolled from the back of her head, she carefully rose and approached me. She lifted her hand, its fingers slick with pussy juices, and slipped them passed my lips. I sucked them, tasting her, savoring her, as I'd been uncertain as to when I'd get to taste her again. And cruelly she pulled her fingers from my mouth, pecked me on the lips, and sashayed out of my room with a devilish grin plastered on her. This particular fantasy was one he kept returning too, combining all his favorite fetishes. He fantasized about dozens of beautiful women, of every age, race, and body-type. All were clad in either harem outfits or Nazi uniforms (his most secret fetish, given his Jewish heritage). One and all, they called him "Master", and eagerly obeyed his every command. As he visualized a dark-skinned beauty in the uniform of the Waffen-SS taking his cock in her mouth, while a blonde wearing only harem pants. He pushed in slowly, my ass opening to him. I screamed in pain, it was horrible. I had never in my life felt a pain like that. My feet, hanging over my fathers shoudlers, quaked and shook with the convulsions that overcame my body.Then I realized only the head was in.My father kissed me on the neck, an obscene gesture to do to a **** victim I thought, and then he started to push in further. Inch by inch it entered me. I felt myself becoming full down there, a strange unnatural sensation that.