Certainly it was for me.Dancing with her back to his chest, he began gently tracing the outlines of her nipples with his fingers, delicately, teasingl... at first, but more insistenly as time went on, gradually widening his caresses until his hands were flowing freely from her neck, over her breasts, and downward. Her dress was slowly drifting down, and I saw it pass over her hips and drop to the floor, revealing her nude body. With increasingly wanton moves, they swayed and undulated, her. "I'm not now?" I pouted, luring him in. "Y-y-you are still," he stammered, desperate to rectify any implied insult, "I-I-I just meant, you are successful even though you were cool in high school." "Aaaah thanks, sexy," I replied warmly, as he blushed at being called sexy, "but I am still successful partly because of my looks and not because of academic prowess like you will be." "I hope you are right," he said, letting out a soft sigh that implied he wasn't convinced I was right. "Plus," I. " He ran out of the room.But what about Paris?" Stephanie called out after him.I'm sure she can wait a few more minutes," he shouted back. "I'd feel bad if I didn't at least return the favour."Stephanie sat on the bed next to the delirious Paris and waited for Steve to return. Minutes later she heard the ringing of tiny bells and her heart leapt. A petite blond shuffled into the bedroom. Her arms had been bound behind her back and her ankles were in shackles making walking awkward. There was. The bottom had pulled up to expose my matching panties and a little of my stomach. But Daddy wasn't looking at them; he was focused on his own hand on his own penis. His hand began to speed up, so fast that I couldn't count the fingers, though I knew of course how many he had.Suddenly his hand stopped moving. He reached down, took my hand and wrapped my fingers around his penis. Then he put his own hand back on top of mine and resumed the rubbing. I was scared; not because I thought he would.
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