"Take me home and fuck me, stud!", Michelle whispered in my ear.We paid the bill and decided it was time to leave. Tom and Mary Beth had their car so...they offered to drive us back to the marina. Michelle and I got in the back seat. We rode the short drive back and Tom and I put the final touches to our plan to rendezvous in a week. While we talked I quietly ran my right hand up Michelle's skirt and expertly found her moist slit. She slightly spread her legs apart and I inserted my middle. I wanted his cock in there. I broke our kiss. Daddy, I want you in my ass. I said in a husky short-breathed voice You sure baby? he asked God yes I want it! I pleaded With that I rose off of him and got on all fours. My father stood at the edge of the bed admiring the view. I looked back and asked again. He approached and ate my asshole some more. Sticking his tongue in first and then his thumb to attempt to loosen my virgin hole. I begged again for it and this time he obliged. He positioned. .so i again went close to her, turned her around and gave her a peck on the cheek.....she hugged me tight and we were in each others arms for a fraction of seconds before she pulled out. I very innocently asked her if she wanted it.....and she nodded.....i just couldnt believe it. She didnt move or say anything but gave me a shy smile....i went for her lips and kissed them.....my left hand pushed her closer to me.....i could feel her breasts touching my bare chest and i was loving it. I then. Cordelia’s breath trembled next to me, but not as bad as my own.We followed the exhibition, each photograph an artful rendition of dark passion among medieval implements of cruelty. Most weren’t as blatant as the first one, which kept resonating in my mind, but each one portrayed the same intense lust in the eyes of the woman at its center, and while my conscious mind protested at the cruel historical meaning behind those sadistic tools, there was such a strong eroticism in those photographs.