He asked me, "Does it make you feel dirty and used to have your Daddy come in your ass?" I said, "Yes Daddy, I love to be used for sex." AFter a while..., we all 4 got in their big king size bed. Sherri and I on our backs on the bottom. The guys fucking pussy, and changing places, taking turns fucking us over and over. I really liked it whenever they changed places. Bill said, Do you like letting men use you to come in your pussy?" I said, cream my pussy Daddy, as much as you like." I told him,. We’d been partners since he arrived in Storm Harbour those years back. At first he clung to me like a kid to his wet-nurse, because the city seemed to genuinely frighten him, but as the months went by, I found it harder and harder to not feel his reassuring presence behind me when I strode into a fight. Over time, I postponed our separation again and again, until the higher-ups in the Watch saw it fit to make our partnership official. And through bloody battles, rainy nights of patrol duties. Then no rains had come since Easter and now the pitiful remains of the grain crop seemed ready to dry up into dust. Come harvest time there would be little indeed to reap, and perhaps not even enough to set aside for seed next spring.Accordingly, it was a most somber Mid-Summer's Day Festival, as no one in the village felt much like celebration. The forthcoming harvest appeared to be non-existent and the likely prospect of famine that winter loomed. Our poor cobbler, normally a man who enjoyed. Slobbering his saliva inside, mixing it with the remainder of his jizz. Roughly rubbing his stubble beard over my clean-shaven face. Licking up all the spilled cum, and feeding it back to me. Man, this guy was dirty. And I very much enjoyed the treatment. He had full control over me. At that point, I was a very, very, very willing victim of his. He pushed me toward the living room. Bent me over the kitchen table and ripped my worn-out jeans open at the ass. He tore it rudely open, giving.