He swallowed. I spent the next minute looking at hisnice flat stomach and the nice indentation the rope made in it. Then helooked up and asked softly,..."What was the question?" Sir."He didn't get it. I had to spell it out for him. He swallowed again,then whispered, "What was the question, sir?"I asked him again, and this time I got his life story. I could havewritten it up beforehand, from my own memories. The childhood secret ofself-bondage that was carefully hidden from his parents, the teen. She was a "nice girl". She would only let them play with her pussy and tittie mounds. They could rub their fingers over her hairy mound, sneaking a finger inside the leg of her panties and tickle her swollen cunt lips, and they could palm, squeeze and suck her titties, but that was all. She wouldn't let them take her panties off. That would expose her nakedness to much and some of the boys got a little aggressive. She was afraid they would just push her down in the car, mount her and shove. "There now lets get your hair sorted its really getting quite long," shesaid as she smoothed it back leaving a front fringe she secured it in apony tail and brushed out the fringe."You know you really do pass well as a girl, if I had not known you Iwould never be able to tell I can see how the Prof has been fooled," shesaid as she attached some three inch hoops earrings to my pierced ears.Taking the breast forms from the dresser she applied some adhesive andcarefully fixed them to my chest. Make me CUUUMMMM ... AAHHHH." Michael continued the most intimate fucking as he lay over his orgasming daughter. His monster cock kept the steady pace going as his daughter recovered from her orgasm. Melissa felt her breasts crushed under her father's massive chest as his hips rose and fell like a muscular metronome shuttling his cock in and out of his daughter's soft cunt.Michael fucked his daughter with steady loving pace for an hour making Melissa cum five times. As she was moaning through.