She said, “hya kholit zhavayachi majja wegali aahe”(This room has more erotic fun). She insisted for a small talk before getting into sex. She lai... down some conditions of her for and asked for my conditions for her. Her conditions were as below.She will lend me a spare key to this flat, but it shud be used only after her consent. (Which clearly meant I cud bring in anyone for sex only if she allows me.) I can use only the other room, this room that we were now in shud be used only to Fuck. She’d be asked to give her identity, confirm it to be factual with something like her passport shown on camera and the details read out. This video chat would be recorded and be part of what would later be held against her. She’s be asked her home phone number, a few seconds later her phone would ring as her would be controller confirmed the number to be correct, the same process would be repeated on her mobile. She would have told her manager she was considering buying a house a few days. He always trusted her to assist him with professional decorum, knowing he did not mean his mannerisms as any sort of rudeness. Leaving the thigh meat for a moment, he returned to the stove where simmered a trio of sauces which included his patented spicy mole, a creamy lemon butter sauce made with Franciscan Chardonnay, and of course, the world famous Anthony Leach D’Avola demi glace, which enhanced the flavor of any red meat. Adding the last touches of spices to the various sauces, he set them. She hugged me tight and kissed me hard. Her mouth tasted salty, but I didn’t care. I was buzzing from the height of figuring out how to fix my mistake while savoring my daughter’s cunt working up and down my dick, massaging me. Her underage cunt sucked at my cock as she slid up. My balls throbbed.The door to my office opened. Out of the corner of my eye, I saw my wife shake her head as she stood in the doorway. “I should have known you snuck in here and bothered your father.”My daughter broke.