Her hands caressed his hair and pulled his head away to look at him. Concern mingled with the satisfied look. ‘What is it darling?’ she asked in ... slightly musical voice. ‘Why, the tears?’ Unable to deal with the moment he shook his head and left her in the bedroom. Her taste was still on his lips, her musky scent surrounded his senses. He felt the walls close around him and squeeze all rational thoughts out of his mind. Heading towards the bar in the living room he fixed himself a Scotch on. I laid there whilst my son fucked me and I knew it wouldn’t b the end of it, the only problem was did I want it to stop. It appalled me to know what he had done to me, it made me feel disgusted, he wanted to see my tears and see my cry and the worst thing was he came off on itNaomi's ViewMy own dad abused my body like i was nothing, I can't believe he is doing this to me, i haven't done anything to deserve it, i hate him for what he is doing and he is enjoying it. When i saw his dick i wanted. Sarthak(looking towards aditi) : tum Kaise kisi ko kaid kar Sakti ho?(how can you imprison someone?)Aditi (shocked) : Maine kisi ko kaid nhi kar raha.(I haven’t imprisoned anyone)Sarthak( pointing at her boobs) : look at them they are dying to get free from your tight dress.Aditi ( smiling naughty) : Till date I have not met anyone who can free them, but as I have met you they will get freedom soon.(Now we were outside our room. I was walking behind them.)Sarthak just smiled .Aditi entered the. ” she paused for a second, opened her eyes and looked right at Andy. “I know you could do those things and I try to make up it to you but if you made me do these things it wouldn’t work the same. We’re married, married people do all sorts of stuff... it’s expected and I made promises to you. Being out of control is different... and it’s wrong... that’s why you have to punish me.”“So is the punishment part of it?”She grinned finally and blew him a kiss. “Yes and the more you push it, the more.