Sometimes I knew Dad had spent the whole night down in his office, when he would come upstairs in the morning, wearing the same clothes he had on the ...ight before. I used to play down there occasionally when I was young, but the older I got and started exploring outside a bit more, I didnt have a reason to go to the basement much. Dads office seemed small when I first walked in. There was a desk and chair, a television on a table, a couple book-shelves and filing-cabinets, a long couch on one. This was a married older man, he told me was 49 years old, 8 inch uncut dick.. made me drool. But it had to be kept secret cause his wife didn’t know about it, but he didnt get enough sex at home. Something that worked good for me. I like the secret of being used by a unknown man, but even tho a slut for dick, its only the dick I want to focus on. I prefer not to see the faces, so we agreed he could put on a mask. Which I had already prepared on the table in front of my room, included condoms. "Answer me," he barked. "How do you like my nice big prick? Wouldn't you love to have it shoved up between those pretty legs of yours?" I--I don't know... It... it's so big," Kathy stammered, hating herself for not obeying her instinct to rise and flee from the office, from him and the certainty of what was soon to happen. But the potent aphrodisiac he had given her, plus everything else that had happened so far that afternoon to break down her defenses, rendered her incapable of moving or. Funny, I liked both shaved and unshaven for different reasons. When I mentioned that to Kathy, she giggled and told me they did that so I could tell the difference in the dark. That was another revelation to me, to have women openly joking about sex, was brand new to me, and it did me good all of my life. I found if you were casual about the need for sex, women would respond in the same way; it was when you told them you loved them that the playing hard to get started.As kathy flung herself.