‘When she was eighteen, an offer of marriage came for her. My mother had an arranged marriage, and she had been happy, so of course we thought it wo...ld be the best thing for her. It was no surprise, as my sister had a sweet face and a fair turn about her. The boys were already responding, and my father thought it prudent to marry her off. We didn’t ask her wishes, simply agreed to the marriage and told her the news. She reacted with calm equanimity. ‘Her suitor was a high-born caliph. My father. Not the man that took care of me and showed me some form of love and affection when I needed it most but instead it was the man that had abandoned me all those years ago. My biological father.“Oh I am so happy to see you baby.” He moved in fast and hugged me tight and almost immediately a security guard pulled him away.“Step back.” His voice boomed.“It’s OK John, I know him.” John, the security guard, stepped back but kept a watchful eye. “Dad, what are you doing here?”“I delivered some of the. I squeezed and rubbed and worked my way down to her tight asshole. Vivian kept jacking me off while I fingered her tiny asshole.We both got totally naked and moved towards her bed.I laid down on the mattress and she straddled my face, with her butt close to my mouth.She put her head down and started to suck on my cock. I began exploring her tiny rosebud with my fingers while I sucked her cunt.I could feel Vivian’s warm mouth sliding up and down on my throbbing cock, while I stuck my tongue into. "Acknowledge."He was already wearing one of his better uniforms. He looked around, and there was Stevens with Anson's sword and the oilskin bag holding his logbook and reports. He nodded with satisfaction. Stevens was always quiet and appeared to be not overly bright, but he anticipated Anson's needs with uncanny precision.With the western wind abeam, Syren was running at almost 8 knots and she was quickly closing the distance to the squadron. Anson nodded at his personal coxswain, Mr. Horner..