“You’re bad, aren’t you?” he asked.“That’s for sure.” She agreed.He lifted his hand and brought it down with a fair amount of force on h...r right ass cheek with a sharp crack.She shuddered, gasped, but stayed still.“Bad?” he asked.“Yes.” She sighed.He spanked her hard a few times.“Are you going to do as Daddy says?”“Yes, Daddy!” she moaned.I was sure if I’d have ever tried something like that she would have hit me back.“Go upstairs and get the grease.” He told her.She got up and glanced at me. I. “Ok then just relax and enjoy the evening,” Saima said with relaxing tone, “I am getting ready, you also get your ass in a nice attire for the club,” and she disappeared into the room. I went to shower and changed to wear a casual looking suit without a tie.After around 30 minutes Saima appeared from the room. Oh, she was looking damn sexy! She was looking so hot in the kurta and straight salwar (pants). Her high heels were even further accentuating her sexiness. I felt a missed beat and. There was no way to control the responses. In the back of my mind I knew it was wrong. He was my stepson. For the last 15 yrs I thought of him as a son! How in the hell could I do something like this?He moved to my jeans and undid the zipper. I sighed and held my breath as he slid his hands and rubbed against my now soaking wet pussy. I came close to cumming right there and then as he slid my jeans and panties down my legs and threw them to the side of the bed. He slid down my legs kissing my. At first she covered her face and shook her head, but Bob seemed to be trying to convince her of something, and finally she reached out for the chips and dropped them in her apron pocket. I hadn't noticed before, but that pocket was already bulging somewhat.At that point Bob stood up, took her hand, and led her to the kitchen door. The instant the door swung shut behind them I took off as quickly as I could in the dark around the back of the house to the kitchen side. It wasn't easy. I nearly.