Harry did ask me why I was getting all dressed up. I told him this may be the last time we saw Simon; we should make an effort. It seemed to work.Half...ay through the evening, and thoughts of a spectacular orgasm were fading fast. My ambition of avoiding getting squiffy was also dead and buried; I was now on my fourth glass of Merlot. Simon offered up the bottle to top me up. It was now or never. I declined the wine saying that Harry wouldn’t let me have any more after what happened with his. She was so flattered that someone, even her own dad, had been turned on by her. She was very wet as she frantically pushed her finger in and out.She closed her eyes and was in the raptures of pleasure when she was jolted by a hand grabbing her shoulder. She quickly stopped and turned around to see her father was the one holding her.“And what do you think you are doing in my room?”Jacqui panicked and fainted. The next thing she was aware of was that she was laying on her bed. Her father was. Dean had already turned off the triple tickler so she would be able to concentrate on what she was doing, and she opened the door. Standing there before her was a kid in his mid-twenties. He was of average height, tanned from a summer of beaches, and well-built from what was probably some backyard gym.Dean was impressed with this one, he was new and not their typical delivery man. Hopefully, they were going some fun. The look on the young man’s face was well composed, even with the surprise of. I was picked from hotel and to the place . After a waiting of 5 mins a mid aged lady walks down, with boots , every step with deliberate thump , my heart beating , wanting to run away but my will was stronger.She enquired abt my desires and experiences , which, i thought would be narrated to the Ladies incharge of me.But which was'nt done. Anyways i paid for 4 hrs and was handed over 2 young lady dommes , totally inexperienced machines . the only thing they did was use a tens unit ( i guessas i.