Her pussy was warm.With an erection pressing up against her bum, I caressed her, an almost casual exploration of the amazing shape of a teenage pubis,...so damn erotic. I wasn't in any rush. I was enjoying fondling my little girl intimately far too much. Clearly she liked it, too. She snuggled and sighed holding my hand in place and pressing it against her."This feels good, Dad. How does it feel to you?" Wonderful," I said, giving her a light kiss on her nose."How about now?" she asked a minute. Whenever she hinted at her sexuality - the restraints and gags that really turned her on, or how being ordered around in bed aroused her so much - he seemed to be adverse to the idea of trying any of these things. He said he didn't want to hurt her. While the sentiment was very sweet, his misconceptions about what she enjoyed were also frustrating. She had tried to explain that it wasn't a form of abuse, but she got the impression that he didn't see the distinction. Still, they liked each other. I tied the handles up tight and we took the bag with us, depositing it in the bin in the car park where Evan’s Triumph Bonneville awaited us. That evening we packed my backpack excitedly. A can of Carlsberg for me, an energy drink for him. A packet of heavy duty condoms and a tube of our favourite lube. A couple of battery torches and our mobiles. Finally, pride of place for our brown leather spanking strap. We both enjoyed a bit of the leather from time to time, although I was the sub more. "Fuck your mouth feels so good." He then places his hand under my hair on the back of my neck and guides me down. I feel so loved right now."Fuck!' he yells as I continue to suck him off. He makes me stop sucking and I stare at him as he gets control of his cock. He begins to jerk it. His friend says, "Dude she got in your head.” We laugh and then he says Open up. I smile and open. My tongue out waiting. He then beats it on my tongue as only a man would do to a slut.He then stops beating it on.