On Friday night, I stood expectantly at the sideboard of my small bar just off the dining area and sipped a whiskey sour for “Dutch Courage” befor... donning my small black eye-mask. The ringing of the front door buzzer was enough to make me stride swiftly to the door and open it to find the perfectly-shaped nubile female figure of a young woman on the other side modestly dressed in a simple black dress, pantyhose with high black boots with heels and the shielding paper bag that covered her. Now I could feel the erection of my nipple and my pussy became slightly wet. Unknowingly, I slightly moved my body towards him and taking this as green signal, he kept his left hand on my shoulder and the other hand remained on my right hand. He was pressing his left hand on my shoulder and gradually His hand was moving down and it stopped at my breast. He squeezed my breast and again his hand started moving up diagonally and it entered inside my churidar and bra. He caught my erect nipple and. ‘You are going to have my baby,’ he told her. Ashira closed her eyes, remembering how brutal he had been with her all those years before. ‘You’ll have a long wait,’ Ashira told him. He studied her, and after he pushed the jacket away could just see the slight swell of her abdomen. ‘You little slut!’ he shouted, back handing Ashira. The blow was so hard and powerful that Ashira’s equilibirum was shattered and she rested her head on the filthy wall behind her. ‘That’s enough Joesph,’ the woman. Before I knew it, I had spread my legs wide and I was running my finger through the middle of my bulging labia. Slowly, my labia parted, my finger getting coated with sticky stimulation that had formed there earlier, along with renewed wetness. I looked up and my daddy was steadily watching me pet my kitty. At that moment, it felt normal to have daddy watch me. There was a new sensation inside me from being watched. It was an exhilaration of being enjoyed without being touched by the one.