David loomed over her and said in his most masterful voice, “Won’t say or don’t know?”Yvonne cowered and then her obstinacy came to the fore, ...��What’s it got to do with you? You’re not my dad.”“You accused me of being the father of your baby just now, so if I say ‘marry me and come and live in this house’, what would your answer be? Before you say anything I would want the only vow you make to be to ‘obey’. Forget all the ‘love and cherish’ bit. The ‘forsaking all other’ I can ensure myself by. ”“I’m glad,” she smiled, and began the standard intake interview.At the end of the session, the husband asked for an another hug. Again, she stiffened briefly before relaxing into it. This one went longer, and she was starting to feel distinctly uncomfortable by the time she pulled away.“Thanks,” he said again, his gold tooth glinting as he spoke. “See you next week.”At the start of their next appointment, the husband once more asked for a hug. The strange feeling of unease again passed through. I’d had an hour with Rachel after school Friday afternoon with both of us bemoaning the fact that our love-making was rushed. But neither of us was willing to curtail our brief interludes. It was much harder than when I’d been meeting with Francie after school for an hour. Francie and I really had no other goals but to get each other off. With Rachel I wanted to take my time. I wanted to hold her and talk to her. It was frustrating as hell.“I think we have the paper ready to put together,” Beca. I looked into her eyes with lust and tried to show my love for her.I requested to let me touch her for once as I am out of control and promised to do it with safety without others knowing it. Now she loosened her hands’ grip on mine and I glided my hands to her vagina, it felt as if my hands have entered in a well of water, the place was so wet and too sticky. I massaged her outer lips and rubbed her leaked precum around her vagina.Now I touched her inner lips very soft and silky and rubbed it.