I told her that I sure was glad she’d given me this opportunity, and that it was her actions that brought her here. I then told her that I was goin... to enjoy this very much. She had a frightful look in her eyes, a look of trapped desperation. I stared at her gorgeous naked body, all tied-up and gagged. “I'm going to enjoy playing with you a little, and I m definitely going to suck your vagina awhile to get us both juiced up a bit,” I said, enjoying her whineShifting back up, I sat on her. Every window gave a fantastic view of the village. To the west, east and south, there were mature trees, quiet streets and stately homes, but to the north was a breathtaking panorama of the Lac St. Françoise. She pulled some architectural drawings out and showed us plans for an additional apartment. The open-concept design showed a glass corner shower and toilet stall backing against the large chimney in the center of the apartment. A small dining room table sat next to the west window.. Then again, I was never that good at reading sexual cues.Over time, she dropped some subtle hints about her past, slyly packaged with the sheen of biblical sanctimony. "They say having impure thoughts is as bad as acting on them" she said one day as we stood in her kitchen. "As a matter of fact," she added "There's no daylight between thinking and doing. You may as well have done the deed." Indeed" I responded and dropped the topic. That's how clueless I am. On another occasion, she recalled a. Daddy just smiled and leaned back. It took me a moment to realize they all had bulges ready to push through their pants as they eyed almost every move I made. One of daddy’s other friends asked me to sit between him and another thug on the sofa. I looked at daddy and he give me permission to sit. They both were telling me how beauty and sexy I looked while rubbing their bulges and my legs. I made an excuse, asking to go to the bathroom. When I got back, it was like daddy told them everything.