See everybody here is half naked here so it is not a taboo here. Just feel free and if you are feeling uncomfortable then I am sitting here and you en...oy on your own.”“No no dad. I didn’t mean that.“Come on Ayesha get ready” I said.She removed her skirt and top and she was in black lingerie.I took the clothes of all of us and submitted into the locker. I liked the way that local boy gave me a lusty look. I considered it as an opportunity to show off myself. I walked in a seductive way.. Which was just insane. Firstly, because I was damn lucky not to have been caught on the two occasions that I'd touched her. Surely, it would be strike three and I'd be caught. And secondly, because if I was truly honest with myself, I wanted her to be aware of what I was doing to her. I wanted to experience the full effect of her orgasm when she wasn't sleeping or chemically subdued. Mostly I was consumed with the thought of how tight her cunt would be, and what it would feel like to have her. ‘You already know.’ I whispered. ‘Why do I have to tell you?’ ‘Because you’re a pathetic bastard and I want to hear it from your mouth.’ He stared at me, bringing his hand up to wipe at the one tear that was sliding down his cheek. ‘What good does that do?’ ‘You signed him just so you could fuck him, didn’t you?’ My fault? My fault? How could this be my fault? It was all Ryan. He wore the make-up, rolled down the car window, locked the basement door, fell asleep beside me. This was his fault,. It was Christmas and she received a token for a full massage, then a visit to a makeup parlor, finishing with a night out on town.Jenny was elated, as it seemed an end to their strained relationship, that denied her sex as well as emotional stability.What Jenny did not know was it was a setup, arranged by her husband, the masseuse was an older man, with a perversion for women, especially young and attractive women, regarding them as whores who needed discipline.The day arrived and Jenny had had.