She noted an address in Soho, left the cafe, and hopped a train and crossed her fingers! The first thing she noticed was the noise!!! The music boomed...from huge speakers that were hanging from the ceiling in each corner of the night club. Allison paid the five dollar cover charge and for the next half hour just sat in a corner and watched a parade of strange looking men and women dancing up a storm, most of whom were paired off with members of their own sex!!! Even though she had never been in. She nodded her head as if, sprawled out on her back, she were acknowledging their response with a horizontal bow, a prone curtain call.Sharing similar tastes, no one was shy or reluctant to reveal their randy response. A man in a cowboy hat hooted, rocking up and down as if he were riding a bucking bronco, one fist clenched on his prick.As his cum squirted out, he snatched his Stetson off and waved it triumphantly above his head. A farmer wearing bibbed denim overalls bent over his cock as if. Whichever one you want is fine with me." "Okay, Daddy. Can you take control of me?" "On one condition." "Okay, anything." "You have to call me Master. You are my slut." "Yes, yes I will. Master, please take control of me." The blue eyes my dad had changed from hope and love, to a sense of savageness, I don't even know if that's a word, but at this point I couldn't concentrate on anything other then my dad shoving his cock in me. "Fuck! Get on your back, Ary." He had a sense of joy spread on his. It was hot out, but I couldn’t stay in the house with her any longer. I worked for a couple of hours, working up a sweat. I knew I’d have to go inside sometime, but tried to put it out of mind. “Maybe she’ll never want to mention it, and it’ll just blow over.” “Nah, fat chance. How can she forgive that. Someone who’s as much a dad to her as anybody in the world. God, how could I do that? Shit. Stupid, Stupid, Stupid.” I continued beating myself up all day, but it was approaching dinner time..