I was about to close my top when Ron asked if he could feel them. Thinking about Shilla my head was saying No, but my pussy was shouting louder, sa...ing Yes. I opened up my top again and before I could answer Ron had both breasts in his hands. It was amazing how gentle his touch was as Ron has large hands and works with heavy machinery. He began to roll my nipples between his fingers to which they responded by becoming rock hard. Ron bent down and took each nipple in turn and gave. I knew I had no chance; she was the outgoing “slutty” teenager that dressed more provocatively than the other and me the shy chubby nobody that no one would notice. Well, I was noticed, when they tried to pull down my pants in P.E. class again.I barely had any sexual experience, maybe a few encounters with prostitutes by the time I was twenty-three. My fantasies and needs, the product of a larger than 1.7 GB porn collection. I still lived with my parents at the time, had dropped out of. They knew that the man before them wasn't Frederic, but they had all hoped that he would at least have some good in him. Now that hope had been burned, along with the girl. Frederic2 stepped down from his throne. He walked towards the crowd and looked at them. He pointed out a woman. "You will stay here. The rest of you: leave!" the crowd left the room at blinding speed, glad they didn't have to stay.He walked towards the woman he selected. "You will be my personal fuck toy, slut. Now, get down. What did you want to see her about?" Nothing important, Dad," Sarah said meekly. She really loved her dad and suddenly realized how she must look. "I ... I really can't stay." Oh, come on in. You can stay for a few minutes." Then he noticed that her hair was mussed, her skirt too short, her heels too high, her blouse too tight and unbuttoned more than half way. Her luscious tits were plainly in view. He swallowed hard. She wasn't the same daughter who had left home only a short time ago. This.