When Allison was born, he was delighted, although, he had really wanted a son, but he attempted to bring her up in the same way as he had been brought...up, with the same strict code of conduct, and religious beliefs He strictly regulated her friendships in her teens, although he lost some control when she went to University. When she finished University, he refused to let her work, saying that she should stay at home with her mother, and prepare herself for marriage and to be a good and faithful. She said to him in a soft voice, knowing it was almost her last plea.“Please, can’t you call me Kristen?”“Don’t like the name?” he said with a laugh.“No” was her whispered answer, and even then she just wasn’t sure, for something about the name calling did appeal to her. She knew that this was a bad start and decided to back off.“Tell you what then; you get to choose. I’ll call you slut, or cock sucker, which is it to be?”She sighed knowing that this was already beginning to turn her on. Where. My face was immediately soaked. I could feel Mandy’s cream on my mustache and beard. Her feet fell behind my back and she squeezed her thighs into my cheeks. Flattening my tongue against her slit, I licked all the way up to her clit, savoring every crease and fold along the way. Mandy was thrusting her hips, pushing her pussy into my face to force my tongue even deeper. Then her hands were around my head, pulling. Mandy began fucking my face, slow and rhythmic at first but she quickly picked up. I was heartbroken and planned to leave her. After some time she held my hand and said that it won’t happen and our family won’t accept this. I said leave the family situations and now tell me do you love me.She said yes and hugged me tightly. I was on cloud nine. Coming to her she is really very beautiful. Her figure 36-30-36. Her name is sandhya (name changed).We used to talk a lot on phones and regularly have sex chat and phone sex. In theater cinemas I use to finger her, suck her boobs, she.