.so empty.Daddy fucked me, building to his orgasm, steadily for minute afterminute, long deep rapid pumps into my mouth as we became like somebiomecha...ical fucking machine, one part taking all the pleasure and theother receptive in the extreme, lubricated by my deepest spit and desiresand my shame and everything I give up for Daddy.....I was alternately overwhelmed with the lust and joy of giving in, andfinally finally giving it up to a man, to Daddy, to him, and with thepain of all my years of. And whenever their father’s back was turned, Rob would be there. She could already hear him, wanting to know everything that had gone on. Jealously punishing her for fucking other men, for enjoying it. Would that, or marriage to Enrique, be preferable to convent life? A few days ago, she might have said so. At least with Rob or Enrique, she’d still have that which she’d come to need. But now, thanks to Marie, she knew that women could be almost as fulfilling. Weren’t there stories about. I was surprised at how she was dressed, a mini skirt slit up to her butt and a slinky tank that showed there was no bra underneath.. Hell, I didn’t even know she owned cloths like that. When we got to the party I headed to the kitchen to get us drinks. When I got back I found her sitting on the couch next to some guy who had his hand under her skirt while she was rubbing what was a very large cock through his jeans. She told me I should head back to the kitchen. Don’t ask me why but I did. A. Nobody to be seen, just an empty and innocent looking highway exit. I realize that I´m surprisingly calm. Shouldn´t I be more upset? Would shaking like a leaf be more appropriate? At least a tinge of panic maybe? Hell, I´ve never been in this situation and I just don´t know how I´m expected to react. Surviving is quite high on my list though, that much is clear.Who might want to kill me? I think I´m the classical nice guy. I´ve never fucked someone else´s wife - at least not as far as I know..