I opened the door, there stood a very handsome black man in great shape I might add. I later learned he had no idea this would happen. I think he was ...hocked at first then glanced down at my pathetic tiny acorn and snickered. He entered and introduced myself then led him to my wife for introduction. His name was Randy and this man was fixing to be fucking my wife in front of me. My wife then took the humiliation to another level as she told Randy to look at me,while she made fun of my acorn.. I hid my face in the pillow. He watched my bottom wobble from side to side, and when it subsided he gave me another spank. In no time my bum was covered with new and new bruises, and the phrase "Red Army" got a brand new meaning to me from that moment on. My delicate skin could break anytime from the neverstopping slaps. I gasped resentfully not even planning to pretend I enjoy something that is simply too strong. "You're going to stand on the plane all your way back to Poland." I sobbed in. While at the club we all got on famously and one thing lead to another with both girls rubbing their heels & legs up & down our legs. On several occasions during the evening they would accidentally brush our crutches leading to feeling Michael & I up. I could see Michael was getting uncomfortable the same as me so I suggested we go back to my place. We hailed a cab and were home in no time. As we walked into my flat the girls were flinging their high heels off & carrying them in with them.They. That’s when it really started. After that, me and my dad started talking more, andholding hands sometimes, but we kept that dad-daughterdynamic still. Even when, eventually, he took myvirginity, before I turned 15, and we kept fucking, itwas more for relief and fun than for any romanticreason. I still slept in my room, and he in his, andwe’d get on the same bed only to fuck or play around,and we both saw nothing wrong with it. Several years later, I found myself at 21, stillfucking.