"Please. Please. Oh god, please!" "Ah!" I scream out when pleasure floods my entire body. I let go of his head, all my energy drained from my body. He...slowly sets me down and lays me on the ground. He kisses me passionately and lays beside me. He holds me in his arm, giving me butterfly kisses on my face, his hands exploring and rubbing, while we lay on the ground of his office. "Iz," he begins. "I want to ask something of you, but you don't have to answer me..." he trails off. "What is it?" I. Smoothness of her skin could be seen even from her transparent sarees which she used to wear most of the time. Her skin was so smooth that even her saree could not stand at her shoulders for long time and used to drop from her place time to time giving me full view of her big juicy breasts at times.Many a times she used to tuck the pallo of her saree in her petticoat waist to stop it falling from her shoulder exposing her bare smooth back. She was very fashionable lady and all her blouses are. It may be a little uncomfortable but I'll get a better reading."With one last pouty look at him I rolled over onto my side. I felt my father reach under my nightie and start to lower my panties. I lifted up a little to help him. When my panties were just below my butt cheeks he stopped. I felt his gloved fingers on the cheeks of my butt separating them. I felt the cool air of the exam room on my exposed rosebud. Then I felt the cold wet feel of daddy's finger at my back opening. He spread. On the next three pages the man was whipping her, these had a look of pained enjoyment, and he noticed that she dropped her hand to her crutch as she looked at each of the pictures, a distant look of one that was enjoying a great memory. She turned the last pages, on which firstly there was three pictures of her over the kitchen table they were now sat at, the first, taken from the side, was the man having her analy his mighty tool, stiff as a ramrod only half engaged, and she was screaming,.