“Oh Misty, don’t tempt me like this. I’m not supposed to want you this way. It does hurt, baby. It has been hurting since your mom died. I want ...ou so much. I think you are the only girl in the world who can take the hurt away. But it’s so wrong. I shouldn’t be doing this. I shouldn’t let you touch me,” Daddy said.“Daddy, I’ve thought about this a lot. I think some people want to control everyone, and make them do what those bossy people say. I don’t think that’s right. It’s my body, and if I. But my body doesn’t come alive until it iscovered with layers of silk and snugly confined insidea stiff, tightly-laced corset.After a brisk scrub I dry myself, wiggle into a pair ofmy support stockings, and begin to dress for the day.My involvement in graduate school and the consultingwork I do rarely give me a day (except for weekends) toenjoy the luxuries of Victorian dresses during the day.So I choose less voluminous, tailored lingerie, whosebulk won’t show beneath my clothing. I. His hand was under my sloppy rugby top and my bra was no defence against his flexible awesome fingers. They found my nipple and rubbed it into a frenzy of compelling need and shaped my seemingly lumpy softness with a series of sensational caresses. Jonas knew what he was doing and I really liked that. I just kept massaging his firm cock now straining trapped in his jeans as he deftly removed my top and bra, letting my self-conscious undefined mounds flop out but jeez my nipples felt so. She looked at the mirror for a second. She looked closely. The mirror couldspot my window. She turn quickie. I was startled. I dropped my binoculars andturn off the lights.I rested in my bed and hope see didn't see. 20 minutes later there was a loudknock on the door. I ignore it. It got louder and louder. Maybe it wasn't her.I snuck over and look through the keyhole. It was her, wearing the same outfitas before and was holding a big bag."I know you're in there. Can hear you breathing. Open up".