A flyer announcing the party had been left in the mailbox some weeks ago. Daddy decided he and Gina should attend, to socialize a little. That surpris...ed Gina, since Daddy remained so reclusive he sometimes seemed on the verge of abject paranoia. Then again, he had reason to be cautious. If neighbors learned he kept his preteen daughter a willing sex toy--complete with collar and chastity belt--he'd be in prison an extra century after he died there. But Daddy trusted Gina wouldn't let slip what. “Mason? Status?”Nash is about to reply when the sound of an explosion erupts outside, causing the building they are now in to shake. The lights cut off and are replaces by emergency lighting that bathes the three in a red glow. “Looks like plans have changed,” he says to Samantha and Spencer. “Speed it up, Bridges. Matthews, find Mason. Make sure our evacuation is clear.”“Roger,” Bridges replies.“Copy that,” Matthews says a moment later.“I can recall Pierson saying nothing would go wrong with. The black man began to pound her mercilessly as she squealed even louder, his thumb was in her ass hole as he fucked her giving her double the pleasure, Ellen opened her eyes wide as he pulled out of her cunt and put it in her ass bit by bit until the whole shaft was inside. Ellen's hand slid down to her wet pussy and rubbed her clit, could she do it, her husband Greg had been on at her for weeks to do it, having never been with a black man before she wondered were all their cocks that big.. “You need a nice, hard cum.”“Yes, I do,” I groaned, a big grin sliding across my lips. She slid it higher and higher. “I hope you can deliver.”“You taught me everything I know.” A wicked twinkle gleamed in her almond-shaped eyes. “Yes, I did. Show me everything you've learned. Make me explode and...” My eyes fell on my purse sitting on the counter beside me. I opened it. “And I'll record it. Send it to Marissa.”“Ooh, you're so wicked, Linda.” Then she shoved my skirt up and over my hips. “No.