I didn’t look.After I’d finished I went and got my shower things and a scrubbing brush, and dad watched me washing and scrubbing my tits and pussy... I was sure that I’d have red marks where the paint straps had been. I kept asking dad if he could see anywhere that still had paint on and when I was happy that I’d got it all off I decided to have a shave, everywhere below my neck.Dad kept watched me and whenever I looked at him he just told me that I looked like mum. When I’d finished shaving,. As she read on she found herself slipping her hand under her shirt. She began to lightly stroke her pert little B-cup breasts. She rolled her fingers over her nipples and as they grew firm they became very sensitive, to the point she couldn't bear to touch them anymore. Her hand then slowly made its way back down, across her tummy eventually pushing under the waistband of her skirt. Her hand was soon resting on the outside of her panties and she began to gently trace the outline of her neat. “Still not my weirdest first date,” Helena replied in Somali as she placed the gag in her mouth and tied it around the back. She picked her purse and shoulder bag up off the ground and the Somalian gestured to get into his vehicle. He avoided her gaze as she got into the back seat. A tall, bald white man with a revolver trained on her sat in the back seat as well. He made certain the gag was secure before placing the hood over Helena’s head. She felt him taking her purse and bag off her. “Yeah, you cheating whore, cum for me, I love watching you cum”I swear I must have come about 4 times in a row.Eventually, he stopped. I lay there, naked, out of breath.Josh just looked at me and smiled“Feeling better now?”I just laughed, “God, yeah! Zac has never done that for me, ever! Thank you”“Wooah hold up” he said. “Don't think this is over yet”He stood up and unzipped his jeans before sliding them down and stepping out of them.I stared at the huge bulge in his boxers. 'Christ' I thought.