‘What the matter, you scared of me?’ He sighed. ‘Frankly? Yeah, probably a little. Can’t come as a complete shock to you.’ I giggled: ‘Don...��t worry, I don’t bite…in rehearsal.’ Why was I flirting with a guy who was probably 20 years older than me? ‘Good then: safe for a couple-three weeks anyway. By the way, you didn’t answer my question. ‘About? Oh, look, don’t worry about it. I don’t mind getting a little physical in rehearsal, and I’ll let you know if I’m uncomfortable with anything. Thanks. Driving back home you put your hand on my knee and say "It's been a great evening, Bill". Is that the end of it, I wonder, but then you rub your hand a little as if to indicate there is more to come. I reach across to put my hand on your knee and instinctively your knees part. I slide my hand a little further over to your inner thigh and I can feel the moist warmth of your pussy just inches away.For safety's sake I return both hands to the steering wheel but you rub my thigh and brush the back. The smirk on my face grew slightly as I told him, Your baby girl really wishes her daddy would come for her. It would make her very happy. My breath was starting to become sporadic talking such dirtyness to the man that raised me. I casually slipped my hand down my torso to my pussylips, playing with them absentmindedly while I excited my father. You know how hot cum from a big fat daddycock can make a daughter sooo happy. You wouldnt want to keep that from me, would you daddy? I had asked that. That image of the woman being helplessly held down, and at the mercy of the two men has stayed with me ever since. I have always wondered what it would feel like to be her. To be so completely dominated and controlled by others, powerless to respond.As the taxi turned off the road and through the stately archway, I kept telling myself that I was in control. That I wouldn’t do anything that I didn’t want to. But the way this meeting had built up over the months, the tone of the phone calls.