And the smile on Mistress Heathcoate’s lips, did that mean something unusual? And was that a rapid furtive glance she made at the extension in his t...ousers that he had been unable to conceal entirely? He couldn’t say.He did not notice the look that passed between the two women as he entered.Sandrine led him to their usual place to begin the lesson. Today, Roger would admit to himself later, was a complete loss insofar as language instruction was concerned. Perhaps it would have been more. Her eyes narrowed and, astonishing me, my daughter shuddered. She was cumming! Her hold on my erection became a grip. I rubbed her clit gently and she trembled through her climax, soft and sexy. Her eyes closed and she whispered, “Daddy.”I almost came. I’d never experienced anything like it; a woman responding so quickly to my touch. No. Not a woman. In my eyes, Cara was still my young daughter, beautiful and desirable.Her eyes opened slowly. She smiled. “Much better than my fantasy,” she said. I didn't dare look at him anymore. My mask was melting from the flood of water dammed behind it. I fled my home. My heart felt as if it had burst. I cursed myself. How could I have ever let that geek-ridden creature into my life? He did not deserve to affect me so. That stupid little man... I left Henry to let him muddle through his mistake. For two years I abandoned family and friends. I lived no better than a whore, selling my sex for money, clothes, food, and shelter. My ability to lure men. Mrs Wyles pointed out that of course her face would not be shown in the photos. Serena agreed and Mrs Wyles told her that Roger, her photographer would soon be in touch with her. Roger phoned in a few days and made an appointment to visit her. One the day of the visit Serena had woken feeling horny knowing she was once again to parade round in the black ultra high heels she had bought from The Fetish Shoe Shop. She remembered vividly the pleasure she had experienced that day a few weeks ago in.