Head where it was. Eyes on mine.She reached up and held my cheek. My hand found her side. Her hand moved to my shoulder. Mine went to her back. She ru...bed her head into her pillow, and it formed itself into a very accurate likeness of a steel rod. Her hand left my shoulder and found my waist. My hand pressed her back, moving her a bit closer. Her hand found the steel. And it moved. Slowly. Rhythmically. My hand journeyed into her loose robe and found the waistband of her unmentionables, which. Where she had once been frightened and disgusted, Tara now craved her father’s sexual molestation. Once she had gotten her period, Buck decided that, rather than use a rubber and reduce his pleasure, he’d let nature take its course. Part of him was increasingly excited about the possibility of impregnating his teenage daughter and was surprised when, one day, Tara revealed to him that he felt the same way. She begged him to fuck her more often, bought an ovulation kit and read everything she. It felt like the limits were too restrictive, that the sub was actually the one in charge and that, as with my girlfriends, I was the one being used for their benefit. In short, I wanted to be utterly selfish, to have absolute control, continuity and permanence, like some ancient Roman despot. This was the stage I’d reached perhaps two years ago when things changed suddenly and unexpectedly. After I sold the company, I’d bought a failing hill farm in the Welsh mountains as a retreat. It. Like the oldest needs to share time with other family. Youngest girl back from university for a few days, between parties and skiing with friends, happy or a few days of drinking good wine and being fed, fending off the questions about boys and sex from both mum and grandma. Wife for once in front of the oven, grateful to have all that is precious to her back in the house, organising cooking rosters and sleeping arrangements. One bedroom short, youngest and mum in law decide to share, rather.