I have a slender figure with small, perky 34B cup breasts. I have green eyes, and a pretty smile. Objectively speaking, I am not 'hard on the eyes'. I... fact most men tell me that I am quite pretty. As I confessed earlier, at the beginning of this chapter, at times while masturbating, I would fantasize that I accidently caught Bryan masturbating, or he caught me in some various stage of undress. In these fantasies, the situation was awkward, embarrassing to both of us, but arousing to both of. I couldn't wait for the work day to end so I could go home and log onto Skype and talk to her.The months passed. It was during a conversation where she was enjoying a joke at my expense that changed everything. In mock anger I said something to the effect of, "Bad girl, papa spank." "Oh really?" "Yes really."That's when the changes started. The normal cutesy-poo images she once sent me took on a more sensual nature. Images of stunning ladies in black lingerie and heels draped across beds and. Roos-anne groaned to me as I slid two fingers inside of her, her asshole opening for me thanks to the soap that covered her hot little hole."Please daddy, please," she said to me in a whisper as I put one hand on her hip and the other on my cock. She tilted her hips slightly, raising herself up towards me, and I pushed the knob head of my cock against her pink opening.I heard a sharp intake of breath as my cock entered her ass, my shaft stretching her ass wide open. I now had both hands on her. Their touches… every time we paused, Laura would invite anyone around us to touch me. I felt my back being stroked, fingers on my shoulders, running over my ass, squeezing it. Bolder hands on my breasts, caressing my nipples, pinching, pulling, twisting until I whimpered. Once or twice I felt fingers navigating the crack of my ass and then brushing against the opening to my sex, teasing my swollen lips open, rubbing along my slit until I thought I might collapse on the floor lost in pleasure.