Finally he brought them in on a platter for us to have later, disappearing down the hall to shower and change.Asking me if I did any cooking, I assure... her that I did, so she and I peeled potatoes, sliced into strips for fries and peeled and sliced the onion for our burgers. After we ate, Kay and I cleaned the kitchen as Jon took out the garbage then he went back into the living room to sit down. We joined Jon and chatted for a couple of hours.Kay then suggested that I should get much, much. Ab mujhe blouse kholne ko bola gya mene kampte hatho se use bhi khol diya aur blouse ko bhi wheelchair ki taraf fek diya wo blouse sidha us admi ke muh par giri jis se wo chatpatane laga aur zor zor se chillane ki koshish krne laga, mujhe bhi dar lag rga tha ki akhir ye aadmi hai kaun agar ye bhi inse mila hua to is tarah kyu hai mein bahut hairan thi par tab tak mere badan par upar se sirf ab kaali bra thi aur neche ab bhi peticot tha mene saram ke mare apne hatho se apni clevage chipa li par. My head was spinning. I couldn’t believe what was happening. I couldn’t believe I was allowing it to happen. My dad was kissing my neck. And he had my dress hiked up to my waist when suddenly I remembered I wasn’t wearing panties. My hands quickly darted down and grasped his hands pulling my dress back down. But in doing so, I released the top of my dress which he had untied. The material fell away from my chest, baring my now naked breasts to my father. I gasped as he stared at them.“Well. Her European husband made the first steps to loosen her up. In the first years of her marriage she discovered her need for strong hands, her need to be gagged, her need for hard sex, her need for pain on the nipples. It is also her husband who found the strict slut trainer she really needed. The Master.She did not suspect anything. By email her husband exchanged experiences , pictures and fantasies?. His good internet friend filed everything on his computer. Also being an Indian, his friend.