They’re your feelings, and they count. Do you understand what I’m saying?”“I think so,” she said. “Can we talk some more tomorrow? I think...I’ll have some more questions after I sleep on what you’ve said.”“I think we can probably find time to meet up again. Do you have to work tomorrow?”“Just the lunch gig,” she said. “I’ll be off by two.”“I think I’ll be tied up a bit longer than that,” I said. “Let me throw an idea out to you so you can tell me what you think, and Charlotte, this isn’t a move. I close them again to try and give them time to adjust . The dripping of the water is so loud , each drop sounds as if it is crashing to the ground . I try to focus on my breathing to clear my head . When I try to move , I realize I am bound and I become dizzy as I can not feel the ground beneath me . I open my eyes and though they are still not completely in focus I realize that I am not at home any more . I am in a big building , a warehouse possibly from what little I can bring into focus .. In this position he perfectly stimulated my vagina and it didn't take much to I cum on his cock.He grabbed my asscheeks with his other hand and played with my asshole with his finger. I'm still not there for anal sex, but I wasn't so withdrawn from it anymore, so I let him excite me this way too. I have to say that I would never let a cock in my anus, but a little assplay can be funny and hot. As I said, that particular night changed me. When I was almost came, he suddenly pulled out his shaft. I had considered going commando but didn’t want Dad to guess that I knew the meeting topic. It was unlikely that he would, but why take the chance? I made myself go back downstairs at a sedate pace, because I didn’t want to seem too keen.Since I was the first to the kitchen table, I yelled into their room, “Anybody want anything?”“Please start a pot of coffee,” came the reply.I bent to the task and got myself a glass of apple juice and another of water. Then, to avoid seeming anxious, I opened.