In the late night chill, your hands would slide under my shirt, exploring the contours of my chest and in response I would lean back, pressing my body...more firmly against yours. My hand would slide back to squeeze your thigh, hinting for you to take things further. As your hand slides down to my thigh, you can feel something warm expanding down my pant leg under your soft touch. You can feel my body tense, and though you cannot hear it above the wind, you know I moaned when you squeezed my cock. She can feel the desire between her thighs, slick and wet against the lace of her panties. Before she can respond, another message appears. He has her at his mercy, her body beginning to tremble as he lays claim to her. Typing another response, she can feel herself become more flustered. Usually confined to the privacy of her home, their connection is always so strong. She yearns to touch herself, to trace her fingers and release the simmering pleasure that ripples through her, yet dares not. He approaches her and looks her deep in the eyes, she is so scared now, that look can only mean he means to do more to her.He grabs her by the ankles and forces her back on her knees, he tells one of his men to also lie down on the slab in front of her, his legs hanging over the sides of the slab of concrete and his cock positioned near where her mouth would be when she bends down, he tells one of his other men to stand over her and to force her throat down on his cock if she doesn’t do a good. He got hard just seeing her ass. She turned before he could exit the room and saw his cock hard in his pants. After she finished cleaning she showered and went to find her dad. He was in his study. She wore only a towel barely coving the size D tits. they oddly were so like her moms. He looked up at her and smiled and asked what she needed. She walked behing him and leaned over and kissed his cheek. She ran her hands down his chest as she breathed in his ear. She knew she needed to take care of.