” A woman’s voice echoed off the walls. The voice was as cold as the room, as if it couldn’t convey emotions if it wanted to. “Good. I expect ...ou wish to know what is going on, where you are, why you are here, blah blah blah.” The woman’s cold hands touched Gwenive’s face. “So pretty...” the voice whispered before going on. “Where you are isn’t important at all. What’s going on is… something you’ll find out in a bit. And the why… well… you should remember why.” Gwenive thought back to the last. "What shall we browse first," I said."Pictures of panties," she replied obviously knowing what sort of thing I had in mind.I went to one of the search engines and put in my search words and found hundreds of sites listed and we started browsing. Every time we found an image we liked we saved it and soon had quite a collection of our own."Lets try bondage," Sally Anne said.As we again browsed the sites it offered Sally Anne was fidgeting in the chair beside me."If you don't keep still I'll tie. As I looked around the corner, my heart sank even further. They were on the edge of the bed. I could see my wife and Mr. Sultanali. He had his head tilted down and appeared to be kissing her neck area. His right hand was around her shoulder with his left hand on her breasts through the brassier. Her top was completely unbuttoned. I felt like I was going to panic as my heart began to race.He was moving his head now and his lips met hers as I could see Rajshree tilt her head up to kiss him back.. But I couldn't find the words. You see, as she grows up a little girl builds a mythology about her Daddy in her mind, and he's a superman to her, if he lives up to it as my Dad had. And that mythology lives on deep inside even when the little girl grows up. No man is sexier than Daddy, if we admit it to ourselves. And now I'd had him inside me, and needed more! I needed to be ravaged by my hero, my Daddy!But as I said, in the heat of the moment, how could I find the words for this? So I.