I could not ignore his choice and wore red Punjabi suit salwar. We went to the party and there were a lot of people attending the party. All other wom...n were dressed in a similar way to one another but I was looking different because I was wearing traditional dress. Everybody in the party was looking at me. After some time my husband boss mike ( name changed) came to us to meet and greet. He was a white man who looked in his early 50s but strong man. He met us in a very welcoming way and also. They were starting to remind me of my parents; sometimes it was like talking to one person in two bodies. "But he's a little too big for me and I love him too much to go quite that far, but slapping him upside the head just doesn't seem like enough. That's one more thing to add to our list of things to do, and it's going to be a long night already." She stepped back out of the pool and walked over to the white board that was suddenly on the wall just inside the door. She pulled a marker down. “I wanna feel your cock inside me, Daddy,” Sara moaned as her mother’s fingers pried apart the petals of her virgin flower. Her father stepped closer running his hands the length of her inner thighs, his senses reeling with the softness of her young flesh. “You promise to be a good little slut for Daddy?” her mother teased, and as she did she took her husband’s cock in her hand and slid the tip up and down the length of her daughter’s fiery gash. “Yes, ohhhh yes, I promise I’ll be a good. Guess I could." finally stammering out. She just laughed at my response and nothing else was said about it. I finished loading her groceries and went back inside. A few minutes later I was told to go home. It was a good thing to, because all I could think about was what just happened. When I exited the stored I didn't expect to see her sitting there in her car. She waved me over to her car"Are you ready to go or do you need anything before we leave." she asked"No I don't need anything" I.