Just please make me cum," she pleaded. "Be careful what you promise slut...you don't know what 'anything' may entail!" he said. "Pleeease! Please... I...'ll do anything you ask, anything at all. Just please, please, please make me cum! Oh God, I can't stand this!" she sobbed as his teasing continued unabated. "Stand up," he ordered and Amy stood instantly. Mr. Cramer got up from his seat, "Stay right here - don't you move slut," he said as he left to go into his home office in another room. Amy. Routinely checking my phone, checking my messages to see not a single reply. Last online 40 minutes ago, message seen, ten days ago. You can imagine the mix of emotions I felt when I heard my phone ring, playing the ringtone I set specially for Daniel. “Hi, are you okay?” I asked as I answered the phone. “We need to talk,” he stated matter-of-factly. “Okay, when do yo-” He interrupted, “I’m outside.” My heart raced. I looked like trash and hadn’t showered in two days. I quickly masked. I think it was probably because I had so little of him in my mouth I just expected it to pump out and land on my tongue or in my cheek but I managed to control this frantic urge to cough and swallowed as much as I could.It probably helped a lot that I was still cumming gallons into dads’ mouth and knowing he was fighting the same urge.When we both finished, we just lay there gasping for breath, not from not being able to breath but more from the over powering feelings that we had raged in each. A new electric guitar, of much higher quality (and, no doubt, more expensive) than the one I already had. I looked at her in astonishment."I love it," I stammered, "but can you afford something like this?" I can," she assured me; I didn't believe her for a second. "Don't worry about it. What do you think?" You're the best," I told her, giving her a big kiss. "I really wanted a better guitar, and now, I have one." So when will we get to see you play it?" asked Julia's dad. It was a strange.