The Do Not Disturb sign was already hanging on the outer doorknob.After I retrieved the battery-operated friend stashed in my suitcase, I hopped back ...on top of the messy sheets. As the video played, I opened the comments underneath. Some past viewers had wondered about the personal details of the leading lady. She disclosed that they could call her Val, like her screen name suggested. She was 45, a happily married mom, and delighted by all the positive responses. I explored Val’s profile,. Is that for you, or do you choose a short life of intense pain? Martyrdom for chastity???You are going to make me a prostitute.??No, a courtesan. A prostitute has sex for money. You will have sex for love, love of your master, and he will treat you, more or less, as a number two wife, or even number one. A prostitute can have sex with a dozen men and never enjoy it. You will enjoy his every touch and experience passions you haven't dreamed of, yet. Do you read romance novels? The kind. "After all," he murmured, "if my baby girl wants to be a slut, she's going to have to look like one." Bending down, his lips hovering just above mine, Daddy smiled wickedly. "Has anyone ever fucked you before, baby?"Mesmerized by both the closeness of my daddy's face and the hard pressure of his cock on my pussy, I could only shake my head. Daddy closed his eyes and exhaled. "Mmmm... Yesss," he hissed. He nuzzled my neck, sending thrilling shocks through my body. "You're Daddy's good little. You're lucky I let you lube me up, now shut your whingeing and get to fucking!" Harold spat at me, his putrid breath blasting into my face."Don't spit this out again until I've come you cunt," the leader bellowed, slapping me across the face and pushing his cock back into my mouth.Harold's cock was uncomfortably wedged just inside my back passage and was slowly forcing its way deeper inside me. I knew from experience that I could lessen the pain if I relaxed and allowed the member to slowly.