Naresh cursed his decision to marry Poonam almost every single day. But just when that thought hit his mind, the face of his daughter would flash infr...nt of him and a huge smile would spread over his face. His daughter was the only person who kept him alive and happy.Sejal was born just a year after her parents – Naresh and his first wife Rashmi married. Now at 21, she boasted of a cute face, gorgeous body and a very pretty smile. She got attention everywhere she went. Sejal loved her dad more. I dropped my script to the bed and so did Steve. Steve took my head in his hands and brought his lips to mine.The feeling was electric all over my body. I pulled back and looked at Steve. He had a glazed look over his eyes. I leaned into him again and put my lips on his. Once again electric was all over my body. I ran my hands over his arms. They felt so nice underneath his t-shirt. I was shocked to feel my penis get hard underneath my skirt.Steve pulled back and slid his shirt off in one. The whole situation was disgusting to him, but she couldn't know that. He'd put on a good show knowing that Olivia was coming over, pretending that the girls had been sucking him off all day long. It was ridiculous of course. Even the few minutes he'd let her suck on his cock had been morally torturous. He didn't let on to the girls, after all, they'd awaken him with a blow job this morning that had him spurting gobs of cum into one of their mouths, Luisa he thought in hindsight. Did it feel. Her parents thought so. Her teachers thought so. Her headmistress thought so. Her fellow school pupils all agreed. And her bum always had to suffer as a result. It was a rare day that Winona didn’t get a spanking. And usually not just a spanking, but also a caning or a paddling. And every night when she went to bed, her arse was red, often raw and on occasion striped by welts from the teachers’ or the headmistress’ cane. It was rare that Winona could sleep comfortably on her back. And usually.