She stood up and began drying herself off. She ran to her bedroom and started putting her cotton panties on, when her father came in again. He said "Y...u know, I was just thinking about how good you were, and I got hard again." She trembeled. "Daddy, please don't." He stared into her eyes for a minute, then tore off her underwear. She began crying again, trying to push him away. He smacked her face again." What did I tell you about resisting you little whore!?!" "I'm sorry daddy. I'm so sorry" . I was sure she understood my stare all through but she haven’t spoken anything on that instead gave a sheepish smile. I was enjoying the moment with her and we started sipping the drink.Then the topics started and she started thanking me for the help i did to pull her out of depression and made her a successful confident woman in society. I appreciated her cooperation and listening to my words and following it. Slowly she became emotional seeing her success and came towards me to hug me. It was. Nice pendulous breasts that drop slightly now that they aren’t suspended by a bra, but they are still a magnificent sight to behold. ‘You like them?’ she asked. ‘It’s pretty obvious huh? I’ve got to say, they are probably the most beautiful things I’ve ever seen’, I said with all honesty. To her credit, she took it as her due. ‘Come over here. I’ve got a treat for you’, she said, while beckoning me over to the bed. I tried to kiss her, but she pushed me down onto the bed so I was sitting on the. Helen watched ashis erection strained at the gate of his trousers and she decided that shewanted today to be extra special; so she made a decision. Helen reacheddown with her hand and began to stroke her 'pussy', to slip her fingerinto the gusset and to run her other fingers in a circular motion aroundher nipples. The photographer realised that he wanted to end the sessionbut not the time with Helen.The photographer, Joseph, walked towards Helen and took her face in hishands before pressing his.