His hands were usually wandering, but I did not mind. As his hand moved up and down my side, pulling up my shirt little by little, my entire body woul... break out in goosebumps. I would shudder, turning my head around to plant a soft kiss on his cheek. At first, I was unsure about everything as his fingers went across my belly. I turned slightly at his touch as it went lower past my navel. He unbuckled by belt easily, and slowly slid his hand down the front of my pants. I tightened my legs. I had reached early morning to her home to see her off, and she was like a bit gloomy because that was the first time she’d be living alone, without her family. I hugged her. I let her hug me as long as she wants, and then she asked me, “Dada, please you too come with us.”, and I didn’t know what to say, her eyes were a little moist. I really wanted to go along, but I was not in the plan. As there was some space still available in the van, I agreed.We got onto the van and started off. The back. The dirt path is easy to spot. The farm, even more so, as it meets the dirt path at some point and sticks out like a sore thumb with its red paint and white fences. You can see its two-story house and generic porch. Beside it is a barn, and behind, a mill and a few short roofs stick out, everything fenced into their own sections.Finally, you're confident enough to advance. A few steps forward, and you're on the path. Another few hundreds, and you're standing in front of the main gate, the walk. I had teased them with their own undies forcing them to inhale their own juices and caused them to taste my male essence with a knowing smile on their pretty faces.The simple truth was that I used sex to train my protegee in the ways of the male animal never feeling that pleasure was my goal, but the creation of a seductive instrument of Jihad that would tempt a Saint.The massages were successful in squeezing her juices to the surface and eventually she would kneel before me and beg me to tend.