One might argue a thin line between admiration, and unhealthy obsession, and by that, I mean some form of comfort item may be excusable, but the theft...and sexual use of a daughter’s underthings is inappropriate at the least and foul and disgusting at worst. It would be my considered opinion that her father has an ongoing father-daughter incest fantasy and is in need of immediate, professional psychiatric help.’Now, where was I to go with advice like that?This was my own father who I was. Like most guys I had experimented wit my bum but never had anyone do it to me and god damn was it horny and then it came, I could feel something big and hard pressing against me.What is that? Its my strap on and your going to take it like you're a sissy slut she said. Bracing myself I could feel her easing it into me spreading my arse wide and I gasped. Racing through my mind were so many thoughts, sissy slut yes thats me I felt so vulnerable and at her control. After about 10 minutes of her. I was a forty-two-year-old woman and whilst I wasn’t the most promiscuous woman in the world, I’d had my share.I knew I was tired, not to say exhausted. A night of very active sex and my emotional epiphany had left me drained.I went up to my room and decided a shower would help, but the bed looked simply too inviting and I decided a short power nap would be good for me. I stripped off and lay down and that was me, gone. I woke up about six and put a pair of pyjamas on with a big towelling robe. I leaned in and spoke in her ear over the music bumping "You areabsolutely gorgeous...do you know who I am?" She nodded and got upteetering on her heels and then I leaned in further grabbing her asssaying in her ear, "Meet me up in my office in 30 minutes..." She gaveme a quick nod and as she walked away I just couldn't help myself as Islapped her ass and my entourage all laughed while they all started tosmack their nearest slut.I finished up the bottle that was in front of me on the table.