Daddy was down stairs. I finished showering and wrapped a towel around my wet hair and used another one to wrap around my body. Then I went downstairs...to see what dad was doing. I hope he was making breakfast I was starving.When I walked into the kitchen dad was sitting at the table drinking coffee. He smiled and asked how I felt. I told him I was sore and as I stood in front of him I opened the towel and showed him my red throbbing sore pussy. He pulled me forward and kissed my belly and. " he said. Then turning to everyone he said "You all know Pauline, don't you." They all said hello. By now I could feel my face burning from my embarrassment."That's all for today." He said to everyone. People got up to leave. Most came over to say hello and get a closer look at my breasts. When everyone had gone I turned towards him."How could you do this to me." "Because you're a slut and everyone needs to know. Next time I might even get you to suck some of their cocks and eat some pussy.". God sent Prakash to me. He was in forties. He is from Ahmedabad. He used to visit Hyderabad for his software business with Chandrababu Naidu Government (he was CM that time).Many times my parents use to send things for me through him. As he was a towering personality and relations with state Government and personal relation with CM, my in-laws use to try to have good relations with Prakash uncle. Yes, I used to call him like that because he was elder to me. In fact he was very friendly with me.. "People think about funny things. If you knew some of the things that pass through my brain, you'd think I was totally loopy." I felt a weight lift from my chest as I realised that my secret was no longer mine to bear in silence. In fact, now that I saw that the world was standing up fine to the awful truth, it began to seem a good deal less substantial itself. "Like the way I keep thinking about your friend Roger's dick," she explained, sitting up in bed. "I beg your pardon?" I asked,.