About another half an hour later, we stopped for lunch. I ordered a bottle of red wine for her and a beer for me. After she drank the whole bottle of ...ine we decided to go lay on the beach. We went to the car to drop off all the packages and get a blanket to lay on the beach and relax. We found a secluded part of the beach, due to it being a week day and no peddlers' fairs going on. It was quiet for Santa Barbara.I noticed that the wine was taking its effect on her. She lay down on her stomach. After marrying young and having two children, she is now becoming her own woman; a woman with desires; a woman with needs. But she remains a woman who admits only to herself that she has fantasies. Her husband has questioned her for some time about her sexual desires. Her answer is always to admit to only wanting him and that he had fulfilled all of her fantasies by being with her. She is now realizing that her standard answer to his questions leaves nothing for her husband to anticipate. Hubby. Soot. There's a break however between the bulgy flesh below her navel and her dark triangular bush. I finger her in the kitchen. She's wet. Her wetness is thick, viscous; like molasses. She moans. People are watching. We're in a public park, by a tree. The backs of my hands are sooty.It's not my wife, it's our adult daughter. She's naked. Her back is to the tree. Her breasts...firm and beautiful. Ripe tropical fruit. I feel them. I tell her not to worry, not to pay attention to the people. He glanced down at the slim figure at his feet, moving feebly within herchains, nearly awake but not yet aware of her situation. This one herethough, he could wait, he would wait. That wouldn't stop him enjoying hisrevenge on Arrass and Charles with her body in other ways before she wasmade Red Silk - he glanced over at the ring set high in the wall of hischambers, positioned to restrain a girl's wrists high above her head,hold her body perfectly exposed for a whipping at her Master's.