He HAD to knowthat he would be taking my picture today. Why didn't he say anything?Kelly glared at him in obvious anger, so obvious that even her Dadr...ecognized that something was wrong."Do you two know each other?"While the evil, smart-ass side of her brain ached to say, "Yes Daddy, Ifucked his brains out,"; righteous anger overlaid with fear wiped outKelly's ability to appreciate irony.Bradley replied, "I went to Ellison, Mr. Johnson," diplomaticallyneglecting to add, "with Jason." Your mother. It did not appear that she experiencing any pain at all, let alone any discomfort. In fact, she seemed to be really enjoying having her ass fucked!Over the next 45 minutes, my sweet little slave had more than two dozen orgasms! Each one seemed to be even louder and stronger than the previous one! I could tell that this would be an activity that she would no longer dread in the future, and I was hoping that she would soon begin to actually crave this kind of penetration. She was certainly headed. She just wasn't like other people.And then she went to art school.Kate's classmates in high school had thought she dressed strangely. Well, her floppy hats and skinny ties and tie-die skirts and collections of bracelets were positively sedate compared to some of her classmates in art school. Hair colors that were not of this world, piercings in places she didn't even know she had, and clothing choices that were way beyond the pale.Suddenly, Kate had become conservative. How the hell did that. . he’s texted. He’s on the way…”’It wasn’t much of a gamble. He was her friend, someone we liked and respected, and was good company. But we weren’t sure anything would happen. Or even if we’d want it to. After an enjoyable evening, and perhaps sensing a moment alone was needed, our friend went to the toilet. We looked at each other. We both knew what the other was thinking. She grinned the grin that says “Can we?”. By the time he came back downstairs, she was kneeling over me on the couch,.