Her dark- red fat outer cunt lips peeking out from thethick bush of black pussy hair. Nicole's thick but shapely upper thigh meat,smooth, soft and ten...der. There were no signs on her body, whatsoever, that Nicole had ever been physicallyabused. She had had a month's hiatus from Jon's Punishment Sessions. The extensivebruising, welts and markings had completely healed and vanished for the firsttime in almost a year. Her body was exquisitely erotic; the skin so baby-asssmooth, taut and resilient.. Why would one wish to not have his own name? But I will do as he asks. I will speak to him as Lone One in the time to be.But I know that he is not Lone One. He is Acou, of whom Altauk once tells me.He is my father.“Maggie, can you do me a really big favor?”“I don’t know, Jason, I don’t buy pigs in pokes,” she said. “What?”“Well ... see, I’d kind of like to take a weekend,” he said, staring down at the apron. “Like ... maybe this one. And I can’t unless you—”“—take the shows?” she finished for. Not soon enough for you to save your assanyway. Speakin' of which . . . . And Dean humps hard until he cums. Return to Scene in Progress: Dean writing at the table Dean stops writing. Listens as if he hears something. Gets upand leaves the room. Heads for the back where Billy is tied to the bed. Dean enters the room and looks at the boy on the bed. Billy isgagged but moaning, pulling, tossing to the extent he can. Dean sighs, goes to the bed and ungagsBilly. BILLY in a. There I was wrapped with my arms around his neck and my legs around his hips; and hugging him tightly.He stepped back smiling but a little in shock and bewilderment.Once we broke our embrace and I was back on the ground, I grabbed a hold of his dirty jeans and squeezed his crotch.He gave me a disapproving but funny look.“What’s the matter daddy, aren’t you happy to see me?”, I cheekily said.I smiled and jumped in the air and gave him a peck on the neck and then skipped away to the main.