However, there was one significant difference between the two that revealed which of them was submissive and which enjoyed dominion over the other. Am...lia was sitting quite comfortably in a heavily-cushioned dark blue chair that was too big to fit under the computer desk. Her long, blood-red hair was quite striking against the fabric of her throne, and made her look like a goddess. Estelle, on the other hand, was draped across Amelia's lap on her back. Her legs hung freely over one of the. She nodded. "Yes. I just--I'm not allowed to keep the car all day. And I want you naked and on top of me right now."He chuckled, a deep, throaty sound that seemed to vibrate across her soaked pussy and made her shiver. He got up on his knees, kneeling between her spread legs. She lay there, sprawled and burning with arousal, the warm air caressing her slick thighs, watching as he undid his jeans and worked them down over his hips. He wore a pair of black boxer briefs that hugged his hips like a. Follow my finger!" he began waving a finger back and forth in front of my face like a fleshy metronome. I followed it obediently for several passes before finally sighing. "Come on Dad, Everything you know about medicine you learned from watching St. Elsewhere in college. You told me so yourself!" I sat up then, adjusting my shirt. "Help me up. Really, I feel fine." Fine," he said, giving me that patented parental stare that seemed to defy you to be anything but perfectly well. "But we're. Theirquesting little mouths made her feel weird, likeelectricity wasflowing from her nipple to her womb and it wasn'tpleasant. It madeher uncomfortable when he played with her breaststhis way. Italways had, from the day they were married. She didn'tlet him touch himbefore the wedding. Sometimes she regretted this.Maybe if she hadshe would have known that she hated sex. Now she wasmarried, 'tildeath do us part, to this man whom she loved. Part ofher marriage dutywas to provide sex for him. So.