I saw her garter belt.She cultivated me by talking about the bras and stockings she was wearing now as we chatted, hiking up her skirt to show me the ...ops of her stockings. Asking me what was my favorite date night lingerie with a smirk? Did she know about my high heels? My garterbelts!? Reaching out to touch my pants Bettie asked me about my homoerotic sexual fantasies. Her embarrassing and kinky way of getting me to confess that I sucked men off. She offered me her panties, slipping them down. "She lay down on her own chair again, looking over at him, seeing him lick his lips nervously as he took in the figure of his daughter. "Well, come on, Daddy, I don't want to get burned." Ah, sure," he replied, moving from his chair to sit on the edge of hers.He shook the bottle and then squeezed some of the oil onto her back and began to rub it in. At his touch, a spark seemed to shoot through her body from head to toe. She could feel her pussy lips starting to swell and knew the crotch of her. I asked him wat will be there. He said u will find out urself. We reached the venue. It was a sort of restaurant. We went inside so i saw a dance floor and many people where dancing there. I asked jamshed u said we r going to a concert. Jamshed said come on relax it is also a kind of concert. I could do nothing. Then we went and sat on the sofa. Jamshed called for a beer and asked pepsi for me. I was shocked when he called for beer. Then he kept his hand on my thighs and was softly pressing it.. ..The next thing I remember is that the catwoman took me to the floor and tied me hands up to a table... she took the buttplug and plug my dick in her ass instead...The police woman took her pants off... finally! and seat over my face... she wasn't quite as wet as her sister but was awesome too... moving without any control... till she finish over my face... no squirting... but a nice warm liquid came from her.My catwoman kept jumping over my dick... her ass was so open that I barely felt going.