I spent much of the night staring at the blank screen while talking myself out of starting up the video feed once more, my imagination running wild, u...nable to keep myself from jerking off to a second, third, and finally, a fourth orgasm, not only sating my desire, but giving me a sense of pride. There were no little blue pills in Mister Muscle’s future! Not for a very long time, at least. “Enjoy the show, Muscle-head?” That’s how the morning started off. I was frying up a half pound of bacon. The charming and brilliant twenty year old had become so infatuated with you that he started to court you immediately and he proposed to you that summer, you had of course said yes. You felt so beautiful that day, dressed in you traditional white satin open-bra, crotchless string-panties and stockings with garterbelt. Your Sandy blond locks had fluttered sligtly in the wind. The ocean had been the same sapphire as your eyes. Your poor nipples had felt so sour after all the hundreds of guests. Can I kiss it, Daddy? Tell me you want me to kiss your cock, Daddy.”“Kiss my cock.”“Oh. Yes, Daddy. Thank you, Daddy.” He lowered his lips until they barely touched and he licked the precum drop. “You taste like honey, Daddy.”Without a word, Brad's slack lips were stretched open as Daddy thrust the entire length of himself into Brad's mouth, the head reaching the back of his throat almost choking him. “Unnnn! Daddy!” he groaned, his mouth full. The words were barely intelligible. “Unnn, Daddy!. I wore the sexy inner wear not thong panty but skimpy panty hardly had cover my ass and pubic mounds and smock dress with leggings pant. I was lustful and wetting inside again and again I had masturbation but it did not relief. My heart and mind was dodging with mixed feelings. When I got call from Viraj to open the door my heart beating were fast by looking at me Ps comment you have luscious body then they both enter inside. Lunch parcel was handover to me Viraj came to kitchen with vodka wine.