I just could not help it and neither I was I able to control my bowels. Which gave them one more reason to use the hose.That went on for some time. Th...ey used the whip and cane to break the skin in my back once it had healed. Meanwhile they used the wire and they just wanted me to lose the control of my bowels so that they could wash me with the hose. I still do not know how I did not lose my mind. All this came to end then the wires short-circuited during one whipping and all the lights went. Linda shivered in my arms at that, then turned around and kissed me very passionately.Her back now to the bridge railing, we spent the next 15 minutes kissing, tongues caressing each other as I pressed her back against the railing, our hips grinding together as I ground my cock into her. We were both breathing heavily when we broke, and without saying anything held hands again as we headed back to my car.This time there was little pretense as to what we had in mind, and we both climbed into the. And from the moment her lips wrapped themselves around the warm, red club, she already felt small, constant sperm squirts on her tongue.At first, she kept them in her mouth to enjoy the flavour, but swallowed them soon, as Diego was panting ever more aroused, squirting heavier and heavier. Off and on she let him slip out of her mouth again, making him cum on her face, where his sperm ran down into her night gown, collect between her breasts and then continued its trail down to her crotch. She. How much more could I let her do that to them? We got in an argument. She wants me to have a boob job. WHAT?! She wants me to have a breast reduction. Do you want to have a breast reduction? Are you still harassed because of your chest? That was two years ago Dad. No, I dont want a breast reduction, I like my breasts. But they cause you so many back troubles. And you make those troubles go away. You are such a wonderful dad, if I complain about my back you willingly massage the pain away. Why.