Nestled in a cabin, high in the hills of Stone Mountain with spirits pumping through our veins, Daddy Faye decided to have her way with me. At the mercy of her soft hands and sinister grin, I endured stroke and denial after stroke and denial until I was FINALLY allowed to release all over Daddy Faye's chest. If I thought it would stop there, I was happily mistaken. Faye mercilessly unleashed some of the most extreme post-orgasm strokes I had ever felt. Her torment sent me directly to the netherrealm as I screamed, moaned and thanked her for the experience. Would you have tapped out?