Daddy always has me tell him about all the sexual activities I have. He always makes those conversations an educational experience. What did you do ...ew; did you enjoy it; would you like to do it again; maybe Daddy will bring this in for a form of punishment if it is something I really did not enjoy. Today I have to trick Daddy in to dominating the conversation instead. I start on my third glass of wine. I know I should stop on the second glass but I really need to push Daddy tonight. There. This story is with another aunt of mine and where I come from I have whole lot aunties and relatives out there who want the real stuff.Fact no 01 woman don’t get off much on porn 80% I have talked to say it is way too rough for their taste and they wouldn’t like to do such things with a guy. So forgive me if I don’t cater to people with such taste. My story is about when I was doing my studies here in Hyderabad. I was living a bachelor life in my aunt house with another friend who used a run a. What am I Daddy?" She was in her controlling mode, guiding me somewhere. "My Vettie cake," I guessed.Another slap! "My daughter-whore."Her hand stroked my hair and scratched my scalp, very pleasingly. "I like that Daddy. But what kind of daughter-whore? If I like my Daddy's tongue up my ass..."The answer to this one I remembered from last night. My mouth watered anticipating my reward. "My beautiful daughter anal whore." She pulled her gown up and aside in one swoop of her hand and exposed her. She felt it in her heart.But her face fell when she read it. What the hell was this? Mark wasn't this kind of man! He couldn't have done what his email said! She read it again, carefully, but the words didn't change. The email said that he was still thinking about taking her back into his life, but he needed some evidence that she had changed as much as she claimed. Before he would consider re-marrying her, he needed proof that she could treat a husband properly. So he had arranged a test for.