"You're not mad?" I open my eyes and look at him, scared and very turned on. "No sweetheart i'm not. To tell you the truth, I have thought about you t...e same way for a while now too." "Really?" I sit up still naked and glance at his body, feeling myself get really wet. "Yes." He replies. I get on my knees completely revealing myself and he can't help but stare at my 36 D breasts. "Do you want to fuck me daddy? Right now?" I ask as I lean forward and start rubbing his hard cock through his. At first that confused me and it took a while for it to filter through. This dark new world that I was supposed to learn about, apparently needed to learn about, was all about trust and control. The weirdest part was that the ... victim if you will, the person being tied up and, not so much tortured, although some times that was clearly the case, but dominated, that was the person in charge! He or she wielded the ultimate control over the situation. With a single word spoken at any time,. I told them I’d take care of it and sent them off to bed. As I did I wondered whose bed I was sending them off to. I can’t imagine that after this sexually charged afternoon and evening they won’t be spending some quality time together.After they went inside I asked, “I think there’s a great deal Sara could teach me. If you won’t make love to me, we could try some of the other things the kids do for fun. Those things I’ve refused to even consider all these years suddenly don’t seem like such a. Sure, she’d had erotic dreams before, who hadn’t, but never as intense as this and, never before, enough to bring her to orgasm. In her mind she could still feel the vine as it snaked up her thigh and her ‘sister’s’ hands as they caressed her body. Even the memory was enough to get her aroused again. And when the ‘vine’ had invaded her? nothing, nothing she had ever felt before had been anywhere near as good as that feeling, that feeling of being taken, used, overwhelmed. The power of the.