Taking a swig from my nearly empty bottle of beer, I thought briefly about taking out the last one, deciding against it, draining what remained of the... one that had been so recently inside Crystal's cunt. I swear I could taste her sweet honey still sticking to the neck of the bottle as I drank it.With another puddle on the kitchen floor that now needed cleaning up, I decided to return to the fun room myself and see what else was now taking place. But more importantly, try and get a feel of some. I work terribly hard for my master, doing physical labour which leaves me exhausted; I work in great depths, damp environments, high temperatures with poor ventilation, and exposure to contagious diseases; always the one to take the proactive approach and dive in head first; there are no public holidays or weekends off. I don't mind this as I get the opportunity to go into Patricia Pussy when she gets wet. However, many years ago, my master use to really beat me. I mean near enough twice a. Candy and other women all lined up on it. It looked like they were all getting fucked. I never laughed so hard in my whole life. The pictures were just priceless at this park. “Daddy, it’s time to go into the actual park. Are you ready?” “Of course. Let’s go.” They had a monorail like they have in Disney World which went over to the erotic theme park. When we got to the other park, carnival style dancers were dressed in scantily styled outfits. They entertained us along the street of the. Desiree soon disabused me of such rubbish, as she thought of it. In her mind, it was her second most sacred duty to fill my belly, superseded only by a woman's proper service to a man in the bedroom. I suppose that not all Old World traditions die out, even in a modern American female. As liberated as she was in some ways, Des wouldn't let me usurp her rightful place as the household cook.Naturally, her tastes ran strongly in the direction of pasta, olive oil, vegetables, cheese, and Italian.