The pain in my arms must be agonizing, although I can’t feel it under my sweet suffering. I slump as far down as my chained arms will allow, breathi...ng haggard and body still convulsing against my undying almost climax. It seems like forever before the pressure subsides a little. That isn’t to say, however, that my torture has ended – far from it, my entire frame still quakes against its power. It has been muted somewhat, the bonfire reduced to smouldering red-hot embers. Finally I open my eyes. It was my fault too, as I was the one who had a crush on her. I didn’t make any move, but she did. I was also enjoying the act. I remember how I masturbated thinking of her. Now she was crying because of me.I didn’t know what to speak, so I wiped her tears with my hands and placed my lips over hers. My daughter was in shock. My tongue tried to penetrate her lips. And as soon she realized the act, she began to respond by opening her mouth. Inside her mouth, our tongue collided with one another. Finding what she wanted, Saphira pulled a small bedpan out from under the bed and lay it on the floor. Crouching over it, all the while constantly thinking about Janie, about her short, blonde hair, her supple tits, her thick thighs and absolutely incredible ass, Saphira began to piss. The wine she had drank earlier ensured that her urine was practically clear, but not entirely devoid of aroma and flavor. Her bladder finally empty, she shook the last few drops of pee from her snatch and ran a. The heat from your pussy is building; the wetness is flowing freely as you become more and more aroused. I will only stimulate your asshole tonight; no other part of your body will feel my touch. I push my tongue deeper into you, fucking your ass with my tongue. I can hear your gasps and feel your breathing become rapid and shallow. I lube up my hand, making sure my fingers are covered. I stand up and touch your ass now, rubbing around the edges, circling left then right, pushing and probing..