“I am still not sure why I’m here,” he said, worried that Miss Ashton had
discovered his passion for children. “Well, I agree, she does need to be forcibly stretched,” Miss Ashton
said. “Daddy,” she whimpered, using the term she’d been told to always use when
with men. “Did it hurt?” Miss Ashton asked the child. “Twelve, Sir” Molly answered nervously. “Of course not,” Sophie told her, kissing her and wondering how best to
let Miss Ashton know of this wonderful little tart. Her pursed lips
allowed his cock to slide in, and then her upper body was rocking up and
down on the gleaming stork, one moment only the very tip held by her
lips, the next the full length of him submerged in her mouth and throat. A young girl poked her head around the door, a smile on her face and Miss
Ashton told her to enter. “No improvement then, I take it?” Miss Ashton asked. She loved the
aroma, as it had so much more body and maturity than the girls she often
