He would not know what was real and what was created for a more dramatic story. It was not fair to him, but she had no one to blame but herself. Confe...ssion Jessie did not know why he was even bothering to watch anymore or why he was putting himself through this pain. The last few days had been devastating for him. He did not go to work, calling out sick. He avoided talking to anyone, with the only calls he took were from his family and Gwen’s. They were mortified at what he had told them and. .. I asked her softly in her ear as I kissed her neck and ear, "did you ever let him tough you?" "So help me, yes I did" "Rachelle, did you touch him?" "yes".... then I teased her and worked her and slid my cock into her and told her to call me "daddy" and Rachelle did, the married preachers daughter hottie began humping me and moaned and screamed, "fuck me daddy...give me your cock....please fuck me daddy....fuck me like mommy...I am yours!" That sent me over the edge, I had to. She had not managed to feel like that with anyone else, doing anything else."I will give you a lift to the station," Angela told her and got her keys. "But I want you home for six. And not a minute later, you understand?"Sarah groaned. "Oh Mum, purr-lease."Sarah sat down in the deserted carriage and waited for the doors to close. The Sunday service trains from Aylesbury to London (via her town of Wendover) were rarely busy and she was lucky in that there was only a smattering of other. "I waited and he finally looked at me, "your next contest is in the morning. It involves primitive weapons. Your favorite short swords will be waiting. Do not fail me."I nodded as Kyra shuddered and he grinned, "if you win another female will be yours."I nodded again as his holograph vanished and turned to walk to the bed. I sat and then turned and rolled before starting to fuck Kyra with deep thrusts. She lifted her legs and spread them as my cock constantly pushed all the way into her. It was.