Mandy and I had won the lottery and on an impulse had bought a cruiser, yes I know, daft wasn`t it. Anyway, we needed to get the thing home and my per...uasive misses, Mandy, had convinced me that midsummer, flat sea and it would be a breeze to get back to Essex, from Brighton if we took a can or two of fuel and our road map, kept the coast in sight and wandered along we could be home in a day or three. Dopey here was under the “affluence of incohol” as they say at the time, so here we were. You agreed, but only if I promised to use it on you. Cold feet. Fears. Logistics. My wife. Your daughter. When and how. Many words, many worries and many plans. A plan was made and Saturday night came. You called. The fuses had blown in your house and it was dark and cold. You didn’t have a flashlight and needed someone to come over and help you get to the circuit box in the basement. A story? Plausible, and you were believed as you conveyed it to my wife over the phone, who then, in turn, sent. “Such a tight, hot cunt. You are Daddy's good girl. His slut.”“Yes, Daddy,” I moaned, finding words again. “I love your cock, Daddy. I...I...” A shudder ran through me. I clenched harder at the carpet. I was so close to cumming. I strained and fought against it, my pussy and asshole clenching down, increasing the friction of Daddy's pounding cock.A mistake. My eyes squeezed shut as I clenched my teeth. I groaned so loud. Daddy's cock stabbed so deep into me. I couldn't control myself. I needed. But then you returned. For some reason I could feel you holding back. When Maria came, I knew why. In one way I was disappointed, because I knew I didn't have a chance to make up for the wrong I had done to you."Maria shared all her feelings with me. How she came to love you while she had you in her absolute power. You never whined or showed anything but respect for her. You showed her that even when her uncle declared you should be killed, you accepted it as fate. That was when you, the.