We had done the opposite, on occasion, with her taking a huge dildo in her pussy, and my thick shaft in her ass. She was very uninhibited. Then there ...as the brass swivel in the centre of our headboard. Hanging from the loop... a gleaming, silver pair of handcuffs. Not just your garden variety, sex-shop handcuffs either. These were the real deal, exactly like the ones she carried on her belt while on duty. When she surrendered control, it was with absolute trust, but tonight the cuffs would be. Kirk spread my pussy lips further apart as he licked me up and down; making sure to suck on my hole as he fucked me with his tongue. I begged for him to finger me as he licked me. Kirk slid his middle finger deep in me as I moaned. Slowly he thrust his finger in and out, gradually getting faster as my breathing got faster. I begged for him to give me another finger as I was ready to cum.Another finger went in and pumped me until I was moaning louder. Kirk pulled his fingers from me, and. Harder, faster, I humped him.A few seconds more, my body went rigid. "Uhhh! Uuhhh! Daddy! Daddy! Daddy! Don't stop Daddy! Don't stop!"I came hard, never before like this, and on his tongue. I ground my cunt against his mouth, hard. Thrusting, humping. My body went limp. I slumped back on the bed. Dad still attached, licking my slit, drinking my juices. Eventually he stopped and lay on his back, his mouth and chin wet with my juices.I could see his hard cock and very swollen purple, mushroomed. Later on, we both were getting pressure on marriage from our families. But we were in love with each other. Then we thought let’s go on a trip nearby in Bangalore. We planned to book a resort and spend time there.We told Deepa that we are going to visit Manisha’s close relatives this weekend. Then we both booked a car and started our journey to the resort. It was Saturday morning. We both took off our offices for Monday.We thought that we have three days to enjoy every single moment with each.