It's time to do your make-up."She began by pulling my hair back from my face, then set to work. Igave everything she did my total attention knowing th...t I'd have tolearn how to do this for myself, and to get proficient at it as soonas I could."Y'know, having you do my make-up isn't one of the father-daughterbonding experiences I ever imagined us one day sharing when you werea little girl." I suppose not," she chuckled, "but it is - a bonding experience, Imean. You're going to need my advice and. "You are late" Jane said to me with a smile. I just rolled my eyes and raised my shoulders as to say "yeah i know. Tell me about it." The truth was that between work, studies and fucking I didnt have much time to sleep therefore I would find myself late for everything. With those thoughts in my mind I felt my phone vibrate. It was a text from my new teacher friend. "How is class?" "Boring as hell. Fighting to stay awake." I answered and put the phone back on my pocket.After a minute my pocket. Tash was ten 5 years younger than I am, and we had known each other 11 years, 10 of which we worked together, this last year Tash had, moved jobs and was completing training around the country for her new job.It had been 5 weeks since Tash had last been in Manchester, and during those weeks her Boyfriend, had gone travelling, so I was surprised by the happy "tone" of her text.We were to meet for lunch at the pub near work, which again was a surprise as Tash had never wanted to go for a pub. . But, how... ? Why... ?" Forget them, Baby! It's time for you to start begging... if you want to get fucked!" Beg... ?" That's right!" You mean... say it out loud?" Yes, damn it! Say it out loud... loud enough for them to hear out there! Say it! Say you want me to fuck you!" Oh, God! Not that too... after all the rest... !?" Say it, Bitch! Beg me!" Fred flared. "Right now!"The debasing shame of it pounded through her, as again his massive cock buried deep in her trembling white belly expanded.