I kept the best bit until he brought the boots out and helped me put them on. I slouched down in the chair and let my legs move about as the boots wen... on. His face was telling me everything. Poor man, he had trouble concentrating on the boots and he trapped his finger as he fastened one of the boots. Then he had to go through it all again as he showed me how to fasten the boots. It wasn't complicated; it's just that I wanted him to keep looking at me.My sloppy pussy was really tingling. I was. Strangely this had always been one of my fantasies, to be dominated by an assertive man.With mixed feeling, I was hating what was happening, yet at the same time I was finding the whole experience very exhilarating, more so due to the fact that Mark was my number one enemy.?Pathetic, you?re not even a real man? scowled Mark, as he looked at my now erect penis, standing to attention its measly 4 inches on full display.?On your knees boy, and get my cock out, I?m going to show you what a real man. He bit his teeth into the soft membrane, tongued the clitoris, and at the same time began to move his cock rhythmically in and out of his daughter's lips and mouth. His lust knew no bounds; he would not be able to contain himself much longer. His whole body jerked and writhed as he reached the height of hump-excitement and approached the point when relief was inevitable. By now Carol was revolving her cunt over his mouth sensuously and he was having to swallow the secretions from her cunt as. I ordered and we sat down as we started talking I studied her, she was around 55, later she told me she was 64 but she didn’t look it, slim, probably too slim, no tits, long black hair and quite pretty.An hour and a half passed quickly and in that time I learnt that she was a widower and had been for ten years, she lived on her own as she preferred it that way and worked at the library because she loved books. “Would you like another drink” I asked as she’d already had three Vodka and.