The father of my baby. Yet, Daddy makes me feel so desirable, so sexy... so special."Miss?" The massage ther****t, who was working my shoulders interr...pted my recapping thoughts, "How is the pressure? I'm not hurting you, am I?" Oh no" I replied with a breathier voice than normal. "it feels amazing."The massage continued and I closed my eyes to take it all in. I had never had a massage like this and I was really getting into being pampered like this. I found my thoughts not what I would have. ............................................................................. Our sex life took off and we once again became as hormone driven teens. We couldn't get the baby to sleep fast enough to get ourselves into the bedroom. Mary still insisted on fucking in the dark to allow her let her inhibitions to subside. She also made sure she got some booze into her which allowed ever more sluttiness to come loose in our sessions. She had shifted from white wine to mixed drinks. Whiskey seemed. “Maybe I’ll stop by in the morning...?” He was gone before I could protest. I pushed through the day, as long and agonising as it was. I kept thinking of his face between my legs, or the way his cock sprung upwards when I pulled his boxers down, or how his hands roamed my body as he fucked me. It was torture, and it was amazing at the same time. When I got home there was a bunch of flowers on my doorstep with a card that said “This morning was delicious, from Richard x”. It made me furious and. We chatted about how I got started and how she may be able to help. She told me that her husband and her were swingers and that he swung his vanilla way and that she was into BDSM and that she was truly seeking a professional type Master to serve and flog her lovingly. I had never had any experience with serving someone as a long term thing and wanted to meet her in person to learn more.She was a little shorter than me , a couple of years older , and a little bigger than me and talked about.