I was mesmerised, the massage all but forgotten, as one of her long fingers slid along her slit, gently easing her lips apart. Her manicured nail sank...slowly into her, followed by the rest of the finger, and she let out a throaty grumble of pleasure. She started to draw it out and push it back in, painfully slowly, as her thumb pressed down on her clit, making small circular movements.I had removed my hands from her completely at this point and stood awestruck, hardly able to comprehend the. She got there early in the morning and walked the mile or so to her home, wondering if her father would have some bimbo in his bed.At the backdoor, she knocked hard and in a minute or so, after several hammerings, an upstairs window came open and her father yelled, "Who the hell is that?" Me, Daddy, I'm home," she answered.The window slammed down, and she stood and waited. Soon her sleepy-eyed father, wearing his old robe over his nakedness, unlocked the back door and hurried off toward his. It was a while before she got soft enough to exit me comfortably and I felt like it would be weeks before I felt whole again. An hour passed as we laid there, in my office, completely nude, covered in cum. "Thank you." I said at last breaking the silence. "That was incredible." "No, I should thank you, there are very few people able to take all of me inside them. And I wasn't lying to you before when I said I really liked you, but you can understand where I get my affirmative nature from. ". The longish nipples beckoned to be licked and sucked. Remaining still, I waited for an order. Then moving her hands to the back of my head, she pulled my face directly between her tits, with the pair pressing on either side of my nose. Struggling to breathe, at that point I didn't care if She smothered me to death. There are worse ways to die. Then my mistress pushed my face slowly downward. Knowing where my final destination would be, I licked gleefully. Over her stomach and pelvis to her.