I certainly don’t remember feeling this good about it afterward. I lay on my back in the aftermath and Molly was lying almost on top of me with her ...rm across my chest and her head tucked onto my shoulder. We were both breathing heavily from the exertion and I was surprised at my ability to stay with Molly. She had been the leader and I was the follower and I tried manfully not to disappoint her. I had the feeling that I had succeeded. We drifted off to sleep with the small lamp still on and. She hadn't even changed clothes yet. He was there, a ghost with a sexy smell that had infused her sheets with his presence. She viciously tore them off the bed and dumped them into her laundry hamper. If she still had a job tomorrow, she would take them to the coin laundries and wash them with a good dose of her favorite laundry softener to get rid of his smell.She tore the pillowcase off the pillow he had used, refusing to let her hands linger on it. The pillow went on the floor. She wouldn't. There was a small plunge pool, a hot tub, showers, a sort of cascade/waterfall thing, and ample decking for chairs, tables and other furniture. It was like a terrace at a very posh hotel. Now, I’m not particularly a swimming pool sort of guy, but it there is one thing I do enjoy it’s women in swimsuits, and it took very little time for me to work out that this was the basis of today’s gift/kink. Babes in bikinis. Well, revealing one-piece costumes, actually which seemed to be the inspired. She almost balked when Randy asked her to call him Daddy, but after everything she had already conceded, as outrageous as it was, she finally agreed.There was a positive effect however. Randy was showing her a great deal of attention both in and out of the bedroom. They were making love at least three or four times a week and he seemed to take a great deal of pride in her when they went out which was now much more frequent than before. He would often pinch her on her now very small buttocks and.