Dad then brought out his head from under her petticoat and looked towards her. She opened her eyes and smilingly said, “Kaku ektu angul diye chude d...o nago gudta jolche.” (Uncle please finger fuck me for sometime it’s burning).Immediately dad put his fingers inside her very wet cunt and started to finger fuck her. I could not see Runadi’s cunt but I could very well see dad’s hand working deftly. Runadi was very excited as dad continued his nice play. She was moving her fingers through dad’s. Didn't I tell you? No? I got my second Order of the White Rose of Finland Suomen Valkoisen Ruusun ritarikunta, and the Medal of French Gratitude "Médaille de la Reconnaissance française" ... not that I could wear the French medal ... but I could go to my grave secure in the knowledge that France appreciated my actions by providing the information about the girls in South America.Then the territorial police put the certificate in a file, stamped it TOP SECRET and put the file away in a safe at. I hear her voice, barely audible over the rushing water. Two simple words. Spoken clearly and with authority as an instruction, but carrying underlying layers of tension, lust and need. “Don’t stop”. I resume my strokes. Long and firm. Squeezing and gripping. I stare into her eyes, now dark with longing. Her mouth is open and she is gasping for each breath, sucking in irregular gulps of air, her wrist a blur. And suddenly, I notice, so is mine. My embarrassment has quickly given way to extreme. She went ahead and went right in the cage. No use making a fuss at this point.He locked her in, and stood and regarded her.“Thank you, Stormi,” he said, “you were very good. I will remember this.”She nodded, shooting mental fire at him. God, she hoped all this behaving well would be worth it at some point.Later that evening, he “hypnotized” her again. He was really hooked on this shit, now. He knew that hypnotism wasn’t perfect, he knew that she could come out of the trance early, or that her.