Daddys Lil Whore 4 - Scene 3
"vicki, i'm so pleased that you've settled in and become a good whore like we all wanted you too."
after a few moments entwined in the passionate embrace the last waves of her orgasm began to fade greta pulled back, her hand still holding lucy's head in front of her. she looked into the teenager's eyes and saw the glint that she knew so well. hiding behind a crate she had been unable to take her eyes off the spectacle, her father - belt in hand - striking some poor, screaming armenian teenager again and again. greta had been unable to contain herself, frantically strumming herself as she watched the glorious scene unfold. and after the most powerful orgasm she could remember, when she next caught a glimpse of herself in the mirror, it was that same look in her eyes she recognised in the english girl right now.
i was on the set the next day shooting a scene with two of my co-stars. it was a time consuming shoot, as the director tried to get as many angles as he could of their cocks in my gaping holes. it excited me to feel their bare cocks inside of me and the more i tried to be good, the more difficult that it was.