There was no moistness. My eyes slowly made their way onto hers; almost lime green in comparison to my blue eyes.We looked at each other in silence, b...t my stare was dragged back to her lips. Her hand reached out to the side of my face. I felt like throwing up but I managed to restrain that feeling.“Jenny’s probably in a much better place now; probably with your mum.”I nodded, still staring at her lips. I couldn’t believe it but I briefly smiled at the thought.We stayed this way for what seemed. “Yes! Spank me! I’ve been a very bad little girl! Spank me Daddy!” Emma said.“Smack! Smack! Smack! Smack!” Jack spanked Emma’s bottom!“Oh God yes!” Emma said. She was getting hornier with every slap by her Daddy! Up to that point, Emma hadn’t known of her Daddy issues! But she could no longer deny she wanted to have her father dominate her!All the while she was being spanked, Jack was fucking her! The combined feelings of being spanked and fucked brought her to her orgasm! Turning over onto her. He wanted nothing more than to dance with this sensuous creature."Yeah. Go on. There's no harm in it."Paul smiled. "Why not."The dance floor was fairly packed, and Paul and Mandy were fairly close together. The music was fast and furious. Paul had no idea what the type of music was called. He had never really kept up with young people's music culture. Dancing seemed to involve throwing yourself around vaguely in tune to the beat, and there was little or no contact between the dancers.After a. He pulled her upright, cut the zip ties holding her arms with his knife, and pulled her now helpless arms over her head to tie to the head posts, spread eagling her on the bed. Suddenly he reached up and ripped off the bag over her head. She tried to focus, and suddenly screamed, “Who are you?” This was not the man she thought she had been communicating with.He laughed,” believe everything you see on the internet? I am your life long fantasy, cunt. The one you described so eloquently. Would you.