She didn't understand the roots of the fantasy, but she didn't think she needed to understand it. She was bothered at the thought of the kind of woman...who would have sex with her own daughter. That, in her opinion, was disgusting."I know. You'd think that a mother would try to protect her daughter from something like that," Cat said."I know exactly what you mean," Raven said.Cat looked up at the clock and said, "I better hurry. I'm going to be late for work."She had forty-five minutes to get. He smiled at her, his face freezing open mouthed as she reached for the thin straps of her dress and shrugged them off her shoulders."Susie ... no," he told her, not meaning it as her dress slid sensually down her body and fell into a shimmering pool around her feet.She was topless, her full breasts glowing, her nipples like dark pebbles. She bent down and picked up her dress before casually dropping it onto the end of the sun bed and kicking her shoes off. All she was wearing was a tiny thong,. It was very pleasant, soothing. Then he moved my legs slightly apart so he had access to the inner leg and thighs. I knew he could see my sex. I began to tremble slightly. He did not touch the vagina, but he rubbed near it. I trembled some more.“Are you nervous?” he asked me.“No,” I lied. “My skin is sensitive.”“You’ll get used to it,” he said. I lay there and absorbed the soothing feel of his firm hands, the warm oil, the soft music playing. I stopped trembling. I was getting used to. It was a bit chilly, but that was OK. It's what he got for wearing a t-shirt in winter. No one to blame but himself. Glancing down at the menu, he decided he'd splurge on steak. It wasn't the best steak here, but then he rarely had it. Steak wasn't something you cook for yourself."Hello! I'm Nancy, I'll be your server for the evening! Can I get you something to drink? We have a margarita special today!"He glanced up at her. Nancy was cute. College aged, maybe older. He knew that due to her.