I found, rather rapidly, that I actuallyenjoyed being there and helping the residents. Wewould play games with them and keep them interestedin life in... general by coming up with projects for themto do. Not big projects, mind you, but small thingsthat would test their memories and skills. Things,like I said, to keep them interested in life. I couldn't help making friends with them even thoughI knew I wouldn't be there for long, or at least Ihoped I wouldn't. I wanted to find real work againand I. We used a lot of lube. Geez, he's such a girl! He squirmed and squealed and even started to cry. But he didn't ask me to stop." Howard, who had occupied the other bed in the room, had been discharged. Now Scott lay in that bed, his butt on top of a donut cushion. He was not conscious at the moment."Not to worry, honey," my father reassured me. "You were tight the first time, weren't you?" Yes, I sure was, Daddy. And you did tell me to fuck him." That I did, honey. He'll live."Jasmine had. Now he will live for me and die for me.As soon as his hand had finished slipping the blindfold over his face, my first flog landed on his nipples. A moan escaped his mouth, but he managed to keep his emotions in check. His back was arched now.Before the pain could completely seep in – my next hit landed on his cock. This time he lifted his ass in pain and cried. But continued to say: “Thank you, mistress.”I was impressed with his devotion to me. But I continued flogging him. I asked him to. He titty fucked me as best he could and slapped his cock against my tits. His pre-cum began to ooze from the tip of his penis and it allowed for him to slide much easier between my breasts. After a short while Paul got off the bed and made his way between my legs. He easily slid his three fingers into me again, all three as long as an average sized cock, as they explored my vaginal depths. I felt a bit of pressure as a fourth finger slid in some time later. I was moaning as Paul nearly fist.