As the morning went by he and Val both remarked how well they thought I’d performed andwondered if in future I’d be agreeable to taking things a s...age or two further ; explaining thatwhilst floggings would be the prime component of the sessions , torture would also play amajor part of things and that in many sessions I would be on display so to speak ; available tobe used ; abused by others ; more often than not they being men not women.Not really understanding what this would entail I. I leavemy arms straight up in the air, and you toss the gownaside and cup my breasts, gently pumping, fingersstraddling my nipples You push me forwards with yourhips… actually, it is your semi-hard cock that probesat my ass and pushes me forward.The blunt end of the ironing board bumps into my cunt,and I can’t help but to push my mons against the coolvinyl. Even through my thick labia, I can feel thepressure against my enclosed clitoris. Mmmmm.You step back from me and I turn my. Her eyes never leaving his face. “Daddy, I am not wearing my bra. Feel my tits please daddy?” She murmured. Her father lifted her light blue camisole and her tits jutted out welcoming him. She arched her young body moving from side to side so that her D cup breasts jingled and shook. Still, her father was dazed, shocked, mesmerized. She was not sure, but she knew she was successfully seducing her father. She held the back of his head and drew his face to her enticing aureole. She whispered to. “Well apparently that was the main reason I was taken away on vacation in the first place. Your father wanted to break it to me gently and try to make me understand. I had always thought that you and I was close enough to where you would have come to me, but I guess not.” My father cleared his throat. “Actually honey, that wasn’t the only reason I took you on vacation. I wanted to be alone with you too, but I did figure it would be easier for you to deal with the news while you were dealing.