I blush furiously, and try to re button it, but he gently takes my hands away from my chest, and continues on. I can feel my cheeks flaming red, but f...r some reason, I let him. I trust him, and Daddies would never hurt their babies, right? My shirt was off. I felt self conscious sitting there in his office, in just a bra, but he smiles gently and reaches back to unhook it. I gasp and look at him. Shh, itll be okay, Daddy has you… he croons softly, and my bra falls off my 32 C tits, softly. ." Consummation?" she suggested."Yeah ... The consummation of something that started years ago and never really stopped." It's exactly how it feels to me." I can't believe how strongly I'm drawn to you. I can barely keep my eyes and hands off of you." That's okay, Jon," she said and caressed my face. "It's been a long time since I've enjoyed this sort of attention ... and I like how it feels."I stroked her upper arm. "Have you thought about what I asked you?" Jon," she said with a mix of. She was wearing a vivid red sarong, which criss crossed over her chest and tied behind her neck. The woman, busy with a phone call, held her hand up, gesturing that she would be with her in a minute. While waiting, Lily studied the receptionist. At first glance, the sarong appeared to be solid, but upon further examination, Lily noticed that it was as sheer as the billowing curtains behind her. The woman’s dark, puckered nipples were plainly visible, as the pushed and prodded against the. I adore my wife. We rarely discuss sexual fantasies however; we do include sex toys and talk of other persons being present and participating with us when having sex. Being more vocal when it comes to fantasying then she is, I had made several comments to her that it would be so erotic to watch her be seduced, turned on, and then fucked by another man. Knowing that he was having his way with her and feeling the warmth of her body, as I do every time I have the pleasure of making love to my.