Even I think I look horny. I walk down the stairs and enter the room his sat back in his chair and smiles.I walk over to him and place one knee on the...couch and the other leg strides his, I lean in brushing my breasts against his firm chest and kiss his neck. I then run my tongue down over his pecs and my left hand glides over his already hard pants. I can also feel my skirt already rise above my naked ass. I rub his cock harder under his undies and say "mmmmm thats a nice tight package" as I. I was now very much looking forward to see those glimpses of her boobs. We used to have tea together and then breakfast and the, I used to go to bed. Then we had lunch together and we used to talk quite a bit. Slowly we got closer and she also got used to the London way of life. She had brought some western clothes and one day when I came back from work I was making tea for myself as she was not awake and suddenly I heard her saying good morning can u make some tea for me. I said ok and when. Damn, she was beautiful, even more beautiful than her mother at fifteen.Marsha hesitated, her cheeks flushed and her budding tits heaving. She gaped at his massive long prick."You won't--you won't hurt me with that, will you Daddy? It's so big! And I'm a virgin!" Won't hurt you," Mark reassured in a voice hoarse with raw lust. "Come on back and sit on my lap."The girl obeyed, trembling wildly. Her father's mammoth rod of flesh now hovered up between her tender thighs, its purple knob quivering. Leka’s head suddenly popped up and she quickly pulled my robe across to cover me up.The sofa faced away from the door, so I turned to look over my shoulder as Theresa finally appeared behind the opening door, smiling.“How is everything sir?” Theresa enquired.“Yes, fine thank you,” I told her.Mistress Theresa entered the room and came closer.“Are you alright there dear?” Theresa asked, noticing Leka on her knees on the floor.“Oh yes Mistress Theresa, I just dropped my contact lens,” Leka lied,.