I had no choice left but to masturbate. So I went to the common washroom that we had in our house, closed the door, and started masturbating.At first,...I was thinking about my wife, Sushma. But suddenly, her image converted into my daughter. I was in the middle of the act. I didn’t want to stop. My daughter’s naked body was making me hornier, and so after that, I continued masturbating, imagining about Riya.Once I was done, I regretted it that what kind of father I was. I am a pervert man having. She knows I don't like tasting cum, but I tolerate it for her and to make up for my control over her. Memory of what she just did came back to her gently, as programmed. "Well, I suppose I should be happy you haven't done this while others watched." Maybe that will change soon enough."Honey, I'm still a little light headed. I'm going to close my eyes on the sofa for a few minutes. Do wake me before anyone gets a good, long look at my naughty bits?" she smirked. She dozed for just twenty. "I want you," he said, "more than you know. But I know you can't take that step just yet. You might never take it."She sat in one of the chairs and buried her face in her hands. Brian moved to stand beside her chair and hugged her shoulders toward his waist. She threw her arms around his hips and cried with gasps and coughs that made her shudder from head to toe.He stood beside her and did not move as she expelled the anger and shame that had built up inside her.After about five minutes she. “We’ve added an upper balcony and big screen TVs in the orgy room.”“Sounds like fun!” I grinned and licked my lips lewdly in anticipation.“Especially fun for you bottoms!” he grinned at me as he buzzed me in. “The house is crawling with tops tonight just waiting for little sluts like you!”I shivered a little in anticipation. I’d been here before when the place was filled with bottoms and THAT wasn’t any fun. I was quite aware of the handful of men watching closely as I undressed. I made sure to.