He helped me into it. I soaked for a little bit and Daddy walked me to his bed. He laid me down and applied salve to the welts on my body. No matter t...he punishment, Daddy always took care of me after. He left the room and came back with a glass of juice and some pizza for me. I took no time to finish it. When I was done, he picked me up and carried me to my bed. I never get to sleep with Daddy after a punishment and that hurts more than the punishment itself. He set me down in bed and kissed my. Morris and the company. She really loved the old guy, in her own way.Heather had been glad that she could offer Jan Pittman some clothes to wear home. She had known they were in an unused portion of a closet in Mr. Morris’ office. Given the length of time they had been there, she figured they must have belonged to Mr. Morris’ late wife, now dead for almost a decade.When she had gotten her professional demeanor back in place and had taken a couple of cleansing breaths, Heather walked back to. "Suck it clean, you little prick."It took but a fraction of a second for me to realize that I had no choice, but I nevertheless pressed my lips together and shook my head. His response was more slaps to the head, and my mouth fell open.As his cock went in, my lips involuntarily grasped it, my tongue running along the bottom. For a second, the firm piece of meat aroused me. Then I realized the smell, the stickiness, the reality of it all, and I threw up. He slapped me again, wiped his cock on my. You were again flush, erect nipples and a lustful look in your eyes. The music thumped and the spotlight was on you and your group of admirers. You pulled me to a dark corner and stroked my prick. Then you pulled it out and started sucking me. Brian came over and you started sucking his black prick. Soon all of them had their pricks out and you went to each of them and sucked their pricks. You were moaning and talking dirty – fuck me, let me suck your pricks, ahhhhh, ahhhhh, so many I wanted.