When her gag was disconnected, she slowly slumped her body up again until she was in the original face sitting position that they started in. Not Lesl...ey, but Elisa then performed the same disconnection trick on the dildo that was buried deep inside herself.While the girls helped each other to stand up with the massive dildos still buried inside them, a stage assistant dressed in black leather wheeled in two small wooden sawhorses and placed them in the middle of the stage in the spot light. She. I joined them.Once inside, I realized it was just one large room, like an airplane hangar, nothing more than a cement floor with metal walls and a metal roof.A wooden platform had been constructed on one side of the building with a microphone and two large speakers. A man in traditional Mid-Eastern clothing stood on the platform waiting for all of the refugees to enter.As the room filled, I began counting heads, there were about eighty men with black hair. There were five or six men with. Linda thought it would be best if we didn’t just say I’m her father and confuse her, since she already told her that I passed away. I really didn’t care I just wanted to be in her life. Our relationship was going really good and we got married. I always wanted to tell Sophia I was her dad, but Linda wouldn’t let me. So I was her step father. Our marriage started getting rocky in a short 4 years. But I did my best to hold it together. One day when Sophia was 13 and at school, I was at work and. Kathy pull her hand from my cock and licked her fingers, moaning, "Oh so fucking sweet." It was then when I noticed Kathy had donned a pink strapon. It looked about 8" long and was smooth hard rubber. I thought to myself, oh fuck, are you k**ding me? Is this really fucking happening? My heart was racing and nothing seemed to exist outside the moment. Kathy had grabbed some throw pillows and was now positioning herself behind me, doggystyle."She said you like ass-play, too," said Kathy. She was.