"You're cut," he said, and pointed to my face.I held my hand up and pressed the back side of it to my cheek.Pulling it away, I saw a thin red line of ...blood."Tree branches," was all I could think of to say."Where's your equipment?" he asked.SHIT!My gripper claws and one bag partially full of garbage were somewherein the forest, back there.I looked behind me, and around me."I dropped them," I absentmindedly said, "they could be anywhere."He looked past me, and all around."No," he said, "let's. Beyond it lie another set of doors with access to the gym itself. She slides right up to these and peers through the window.Though she can’t hear what is being said, she can read lips. Before finding her new friend, Emma couldn’t read lips to save her life, but about a week ago she absorbed a deaf guy with the ability. Thinking about him makes her pussy leak with juices, but she quickly dismisses the thought. Now is not the time for naughty thoughts.She sighs and starts to focus in on the group. Vans were parked everywhere, and the only spot left was next to overflowing rubbish bins. The stage door appeared not to have been painted since the place was built eighty years ago. We climbed a bare concrete staircase and turned into a narrow corridor leading to the dressing rooms. We found the band's manager, Max, a big wire-haired man with a cigar who looked past me at The Handyman and said, 'You sure about this one?' The Handyman must have nodded, for Max rested his cigar on the edge of. I grin and take out my toy, licking the tip and then impaling myself on the length, gagging as it hits the back of my throat, coughing and spluttering on every juicy, delicious inch, tasting the sweet saltiness of my own cum. I suck on it until I hear daddy reach his release, telling me to swallow all of his hot jizz&hellip, Oh, how I wish I could! With all my love, Louise June 22nd, 2010 Dear Diary, I never, ever want this to end! Daddy and I played again today… I lay in bed with my legs.