I wasn’t tired yet.’‘“Ate stale cookies for dinner instead of the soup Daddy made. Twice.”’Ugh.‘“Snuck into Daddy’s toy box while he... was working, stole a vibrator, and came three times without permission.”’Yeah, that was naughty. I would not have confessed to that had I known I could be held liable for my actions.‘“Said ‘make me’ six times—on average—per day.”’ He pauses and shakes his head. ‘I kept count.’I grimace.He tosses the paper and walks over slowly, leaning down to stroke my face.. My eyes linger on your erect cock for too long, “Beg for it, you slut.” Whimpers escape past my lips and my hands reach out for you. I have to touch you. I need to touch you. “I said, beg for it.” “Please, Sir. Please let me touch your hard cock! I need to feel you inside of me now! Please...” You lunge at me, rip open the front of my sheer black tights, wrap one of your hands around my exposed throat and use the other to dig your fingers into my hip bone as you thrust and force yourself into. " Crystal teased."...you never go back," Pam finished, knowing that this encounter had only confirmed her desire to be blacked (like in a video series she'd loved)."That goes for black cunt too," Crystal pointed out."Definitely," Pam moaned.For a couple minutes, Crystal slowly fucked her white pet."Oh yes, fuck," Pam moaned, a second orgasm building already."That's it you little white slut," Crystal growled, knowing Pam enjoyed the racial role play, "take my big black cock." Yes, fuck me with. Maybe I was going to be able to make this work after all.If I was one of those perverted horn dogs who writes erotica on the internet, I'd probably say, right about in here somewhere, that after they stopped tickling me, (mostly because I fought dirty and started goosing them and pinching the good parts) that Lynne taught Jill how to give me a blow job, and then relented and let me fuck Jill's metaphorical socks off.But of course that's not what happened. What actually happened was that Lynne.