I’d found one nipple with my fingertips, and played with it until it stood firm and turgid off her breast flesh. Her breasts were both firm and soft...at the same time, and that nipple under my fingers demanded to be kissed. I kissed down over her cheek and jaw, into the hollow of her neck, as she arched, giving me room and murmuring in a way that told me she liked what I was doing.Without warning her, I moved my lips to that nipple and kissed it. Where it came from, I don’t know, but I had the. .. knows my secret. And she knows what could happen if my secret is ever let out."The mystery of the conversation was building, and I had no idea what the climax would entail. I forced myself to stay silent. What could this secret of Jessica's be? I had to sit silently and endure until my beautiful, darling daughter took me completely into her confidence."I am...", this was it; this would be the key to this strange afternoon. I held my breath as Jessica paused, steeling her courage, "... a. I'm so excited, I've never done anything like this before and I'm looking down at my uncle between my legs, watching his hand move slowly toward my naked pussy. I gasp loudly as his finger makes contact with my sensitive pussy, but neither of us could move now, no matter who walked in. Looking down at him slowly wanking his big cock as he gently runs his fingertips up n down my very wet slit, is making my legs tremble, but it feels amazing and I realise that I'm trying to press against his hand. .."... "Chang wants them now..."... " ... catch the tide..."... "Limehouse Pier..." she related.In one sense, to my annoyance, Mace and Mbute had considerable assistance from me. The girls had been quite helpless; strapped, hooded, gagged and caged so that they could be left while Harwell and I were visiting Sir Bristow. If they had not been secured so, I am sure that Horatia and the girls would, together, have resisted the intruders. However, that was not the case. Horatia alone had been.