It was kinda- actually, it was really hot seeing those boys get worked over rough by those huge horse cocked studs while crying out daddy. I thought calling another man daddy was weird. I heard people say that only boys with daddy issues called men daddy. Daddy issues or not, those boys in the porn looked like they were having a damn good time taking fat cocks in their asses while getting spanked, choked, gagged, slapped, and their hair pulled by those sexy older men. Unreal. Did I want all that? Did I wanna get spanked? Would Mr. Giovanni even like being called daddy? I shook the thoughts outta my head. What the hell was I thinking that stuff for? I wasn’t gonna call Frank daddy because I didn’t want him anyways! The next two weeks I tried to avoid Mr. Giovanni’s house or talk to him when I passed by, but when I was masturbating thinking about FJ, his ripped hard body kept morphing into Mr. Giovanni’s burly hairy one. It was getting difficult to get him outta my head. I imagined it was that young hairy Frank Giovanni fucking me through that tight singlet, and that got my juices flowing. One night I was going at it, I was so close but couldn’t get myself to finish. I kept imagining FJ, calling his name over and over, frantically stroking my cock, but I couldn’t shoot, so I decided to switch to Mr. Giovanni- Big Frank. I thought of his bulky body slamming against my skinny one, his monster cock drilling my hole like those boys in the porn. Giving it to me good, spanking me, pulling my hair, calling me his boy, demanding that I call him daddy. Yes, Frank. Fuck me Frank. Fuck me good daddy! Frank! Frank! Twenty seconds later I erupted the hardest I ever had all over my sheets. The next night, Japanese Porn I snuck over to his house. FJ would be home in a few days, so I went by to see if Mr. Giovanni needed anything for the Asian Girls Fucking party. That’s all. Ironically, I was only a few months away from being a part of the Board myself. His life now would be so much happier. Laura could see between her legs, and the sight of her Japanese Porn exposed gash made her pussy clamp tight, and she had the sensation as though she were in the midst of Kagels. She hoped Daddy would like it, she thought she looked pretty good. About that time, her older college-aged sister walked in on us unexpectedly. I could see him blush from across the table. “Yeah mom?” I see her digging through a box marked “MEMORIES” I left on the dining table when I got it out of car. “Momo loves Master, too,” she replied. “No, I just need to cum.” she admitted. My tongue flicked across her clit a few more times, each time rewarded with a worryingly loud moan. Both had stamina and as sore as my ass felt I was loving it. “I’m, not, I’m, you know… Kelly, I’m not wearing any panties…” All the food will be made by the chefs, including the wedding cake. She mewled in subdued protest, knowing this is not how good girls were supposed to act. He had seen the scratch marks on the parquet floor by the bookcase left of the mural on the wall. Was there an answer in the town charter? She had slowed to a stop. The ravenous edge had been taken Asian Girls Fucking off my hunger, but I was by no means sated.