So we didn’t have the usual relationship that most fathers and daughters had. Ours was special. Any way as ran down the stairs to my Father̵...;s study, I could feel myself getting, the tingling in my pussy making me stop at the bottom of the stairs and run my fingers across my pussy lips. No time to play with myself, I thought, as I opened the door and went into his study. I went over to his overstuffed “guest” chair and sat, watching him peer intently at the screen as his. Elaine didn't think that was 'humiliating'. Exciting, yes. But not humiliating. She didn't think she'd find it humiliating if Gary chose her clothes for her either. As long as they matched.Hmmm, she wondered. What if they didn't?The question about 'Leaving Instructions as to What to Do' made her feel funny. What if the instructions were stupid or she didn't agree with them? The same with 'Leaving the Bathroom Door Open'.What if it was going to be like, noisy?She blinked when she arrived at. I was quite used to the taste of my young lover’s honeypot by then, I’d just never licked semen from it before.If any of the girls I went to school with had told me that when I grew up I’d become accustomed to the taste of pussy, not to mention actually enjoy licking one, I’d have laughed at her. If she wasn’t as big as I was, I may well have punched her lights out for the insult. Ironic really, wasn’t it?We both played the role of the dominatrix later in our time together, but I emphasize. He was a monster. His breasts were much bigger than mine. He had a glorious 6-pack and his veins around his biceps bulged. I could see the veins in his neck throwing as his heart beat fast and he took a few deep breaths and then I climaxed again. I trembled violently and steadied myself on the counter with my other hand.She inched forwards and then wriggled off him. His penis just stood there, glistening a menacing red colour with a ring of white froth around the base. It pointed heavenwards.