He was very sexy in a laid back, carefree kind of way. His blonde hair was spiked up messily as if the evening wind was responsible for its styling. H...s ten-pm scruff would have been irresistible for my nails to have a wander in under normal circumstances, if I hadn’t been a collared kitten.“Would you ladies like to go into a private room?”He was asking Larissa, but she just passed the question to me, “It’s her night, she can decide.”Well, by way of a reply I just lowered myself onto my knees. Does that sound shallow? It does, doesn’t it? It’s like The Importance of Being Earnest or something. But that’s how I know I’ll never cheat on John, even if I enjoy performing for this man, who watches me almost every evening in secret.Well, not really in secret. He leaves a – What should I call it? – a calling card of sorts. It’s there the next morning. I check before I go to work. There, below the bedroom window is a used condom, containing male ejaculate, and tied with a nice, firm. I began pulling it out and forcing it in, trying to get used to my daughter’s p*****n pussy. Once her cries turned into high-pitched moans, I took my hand off of her mouth and gripped her shoulders. With a good grip on her, I began fucking her as hard and fast as I could.I grunted with every thrust, enjoying the tightness as my daughter’s cunt. She was so small compared to me, that I was pretty much wearing her as a condom. The house was filled with the clapping sounds of my thighs against hers. 'He almost KILLED you! And you want to stay with him? Oh, I get it; you want to explore! You want to live closer to death than you have been.'Tabatha sat up and stared at where Alana would have been sitting had she actually been there. After a moment, she said, "Yes."She could feel the tears in Alana's eyes in the words she felt in her mind; 'Tabby, I love you. I wouldn't do anything to make you unhappy. But, please ... reconsider this decision. What will your husband say? What can I tell him?.