Sandra hesitated and then took a sip. It was sweet and made her feel warm. She took another sip and then drank it all. “Now Sandra this doll is used... for pleasure” he began “it has magic powers and gives pleasure to whoever holds it”. Sandra looked surprised “how do you know my name?” she asked even as she felt herself getting warmer. Ed didn’t reply. He just looked at her. “I feel so hot” Sandra said “what was in that drink?” “Don’t worry my dear. Now press the doll in the stomach” he said. She. Screaming, I explode in your mouth, pumping my salty, slippery seed into you. When I am done throbbing, I command you: "Suck out every drop. Milk it with your hand." You comply, taking it all into your mouth. "Give me your tits again." You can't answer because of the load you're carrying, and you wonder if you'll be punished. Maybe a spanking... Your clit rubbing on my cock, your breasts being handled, and the strong, pungent taste of my cum drives you wild. I pinch your nipples. "Swallow." You. Sounds strange? It’s easy to explain, my parents own both houses and the lawnmower is one of the things that are used by both families. I push the lawnmower out of the shed and lift it over the fence and then climb over, I push the lawnmower to the front grass, whistling a tuneless melody and uncoil the power cord, walking to the front door I knock, expecting the youngest to open, he’s around four years old and doesn’t look anything like the rest of the family, he has sandy colored hair, light. "Do you want to be trying to make me happy, or trying to make a hulking,pedophile-hating, son-of-a-bitch cellmate happy?"The calculations ran through my mind rapidly, both options seemedhorrible, thinking about what this freak might have planned for me, but ajail and the public shame that would come with it.... seemed almostunbearable."How do I know that... that if I play your sick game you won't just turnme after???"He grimaced, expressing true anger for the first time since I met him. Hewas.