I had humiliated Lena’s father and taken his daughter as my fuck-toy. He would never touch her again, but I most certainly would.

After I had spent my seed into Lena’s throat and she had cleaned the last drops of spunk from my cock, I walked her into the kitchen to sit her down for a talk. Right now, she seemed to be a willing party to my abuse, but I had to make sure she was not just playing along to get me to trust her. I sat down naked at the kitchen table and told her to bring me a beer from the fridge. She was still only in her black bra and thong, and despite my limp cock still hurting from hours of use, the sight of her tight ass walking across the kitchen mad him stir a little.