His fingers rest on the curve of my ass, massaging tiny circles. “Its okay Daddy. At least I have you.” I say, mesmerized by the pleasure radiatin... from his fingertips. “Would you like a massage, honey?” he asks, gently pulling me over to the couch, not losing touch with my body. “That would be grand, Daddy!” I exclaim, and hurriedly lay down on my stomach, waiting for his hands to work their magic. He taps my shoulder. “No, no, sweetheart, not just a back massage. I want to give you a full. I had a hard on just thinking about how she looked that night.After a few drinks in the house my mind began playing tricks with me wondering if she was going to be a good girl but after all she had said to me since that first encounter with my friend I knew she would never cheat on me. I was so tired by 11 o'clock that I decided to go up to bed and fell asleep immediately.I was woken by the front door slamming downstairs and I looked at the clock and it was 2 in morning. I didn't think much of. "Yes, this is Muriel." Ms. Wilson, my name is Ron Harris, and I'm a detective with the Columbia Police Department. I'm calling about the 911 call you made earlier this evening. Do you have time for me to ask you a few questions about it?" I certainly do!" she replied enthusiastically. "I had hoped to talk with the police when they arrived, but they came and went so fast that I didn't have a chance. I have the license plate number for you right here. Do you have a pencil?"Harris grinned broadly. "Ooooh, yes, that feels really good. Mmm, oh, really good. I like your dick, Alan. Feels good."Then, she started moaning and her body stiffened and she began going on me faster and faster."Oh, yes, oooh," and she bucked on me and was trembling and making sounds like she was in pain, that it was hurting her."Are you okay, Sherry, does it hurt?" Oh, no, it feels wonderful, so good."I guess I was getting my first example of how, sometimes, girls and women, act and sound like they are in great pain.