I set myself from her behind and sucked her boobs.My dick was kissing her pussy and ass from back. Dick was still erected and wanted to dig some more....In that position I put it into the pussy and started fucking again. Mandira was giving backward thrust and I was feeling like I’m coming each and every moment. She was moaning like, ummmmmmmmmmmmmmhhhh. Oh come on Sahil. Oh, yesssssssssssssssssssssssss fuck it fuck it fuck it, c’mon ahh,ahhhh,mmmmmmmh,aaahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh oh baby, I’m urs. Fuck me. ”I had to pretend that I was reluctant. Of course, all I wanted was to see more of her. It was all I had been thinking about for weeks, seeing her nude, maybe even touching her. “Ok, If you insist.”Why not, I thought to myself.Why not come in, pour myself a drink? Why not sit back on an overstuffed chair in the master bedroom and watch my daughter get naked, her red curls falling off her pale shoulders, her big tits bouncing as she crawled on the bed. Why not?Why not sit back, sipping Jack. " Sarah paused for a moment, then went on."Paul put the phone on speaker, and I could hear everything. In short, Al-Mansur would hire Paul's company to build all future government structures for the next 20 years, if he gave me to him to use for the next 2 weeks." I felt a ball of ice form in my gut. I was dead. I knew it. Al-Mansur was notorious even back then; he had killed any number of slave girls already; those that survived him were often damaged beyond repair.I concentrated on giving. "Okay, we'll do the river boat. But, you have to promise that we can do anything all day and night, if we wanted to?" Honey, you have my word, as long as it is nothing criminal."A month later, they stood at the side of the river in Bordeaux. Father was dressed in white slacks with a blue shirt unbuttoned one button more than usual. He wore a white had with a black band. His belly was full as ever. He had a happy smile on his face. The dream of steering a live-in boat through the French.