Robinson," she said, horrified at the thought that her husband was going to offer her to the Emir."Just undress," said the butler, "I will be here to ...ee that you behave properly." Tell me it's a joke," she pleaded, "You don't mean it, do you? Are you really saying that you are giving me to another man, and that you propose to watch?"A frisson of excitement ran through her at the thought, but she tried to suppress it."He is going to fuck your arse, so make your mind up to enjoy it." No, please. It's called eating pussy. Next I'm going to fuck you. Not make love to you as a daughter, but fuck you as my hostess. Keep those two things separate – they're not the same thing. Making love is not fucking. I'll fuck you slow because while my cock is working in your cunt I'm going to tell you about your mother and me. I think that will give you more understanding and respect for your mother and clear up the difference between being my daughter and my hostess."Without waiting for my response, he. We’d have to always keep each other’s secrets, no matter what.”“The price?” Libby asked with a smirk.“Of being my close friend!” I chuckled. “The other thing you want I’m still thinking about.”“Best friends?” she asked.I nodded, “If we shared everything, that would make us best friends. But the promise is a promise no matter what happens. But there’s one condition - you have to like science fiction!”Libby laughed, “It’s OK, but I draw the line at playing video games! And I promise. I need. I had dark blond hair, and it waslongish and fine. Every so often, Frankie would smile mischievously and say,"You're pretty." I just smirked and took this as some preadolescentsilliness and let it ride. I had been called cute once or twice, but never'pretty'.Naturally one of the subjects he had a growing curiosity about was sex. OneTuesday evening, we were alone in his bedroom looking through some of hisdad's porno magazines. They weren't the typical Penthouse or Playboymagazines, but cheaper.