"You looked like such a slut sucking his cock as you fucked me," he said as I felt the bottom of my suit slid to the side, and Daddy's fingers on my n...ked pussy. "I felt like such a naughty slut," I moaned out as I felt Daddy's finger slip over my asshole, and into my wet pussy. "You definitely were a very naughty slut," he said as he began to finger-fuck me while rubbing my throbbing clit with the other hand. "I'm glad you enjoyed it cause you're gonna be a very naughty slut all summer," he. ‘Yes, of course, but…’ ‘There are no buts, Cassidy. Truth either is, or it is not. What are you running home to? How often are you allowed the chance to live, truly live on your own terms! If you go now you deny me, that is true, but only by denying your own life and your own fulfillment. You fear lying to your husband, yes?’ ‘Yes, of course.’ ‘My dear, beautiful, Cassidy, you should only fear lying to yourself, for that is the true tragedy of life.’ He held out his hand and Cassidy wavered,. The salesgirl smiled sweetly at them, and made a remark about how they were a lovely couple. Now it was Ted's turn to blush. Did he really look that young? He glanced over at himself in a wall mirror. He was only 40, but he could have passed for 35 or even 30. He hadn't given much thought to his looks, since he hadn't bothered with dating since Sharon died. But his hair remained dark, not yet tinged with excessive grey, and his features were still strong and handsome, not yet burdened with. It seemed like everything you ate went straight to your ass, and though you tried dieting, it didn't do enough - the wiggle stayed in your walk, and the men by the door sure noticed. As always, they'd laugh at you, but you'd move on - it's fine.You know you should stop them, stand up for yourself, but they're all a head taller than you and much more build. You're not a toothpick by any stretch, but, well, you've always been more slender than stout. But even with a workout plan, how are you.