The way Marcus held her open for him, nothing had ever made her feel more owned.She closed her eyes as she bit back the moan she desperately needed to...release. Suddenly the tight grip of her nipple caused her to cry out.Jim laughed. “Oh, that’s fun. Look how she responds to her daddy’s touch.”“Yes. She loves it. Such a good little slut for me.” Marcus squeezed her other exposed nipple painfully tight and twisted it slightly. Small jolts of electricity rocketed through her, and Jim’s thumb. The breasts had been bound down when wearingthe male driver's clothes. The nipples stood erect, perhaps from thecold, or the excitement, or perhaps those were not real nipples at all.Her legs and hands were thin and graceful, but now, removing the oldclothes, they were moving with a slightly angular strength and speed. Herbody formed of all the curves that made a woman irresistible. The softsmooth skin came to a sudden halt at the neck, where an incongruous headof a man sat instead. That was. As for lowering ourselves to the floor, there was no easy way to do that and, before our feet were firmly planted on terra firma, we'd gasped and yelped in pain several times. Holding on to each other's shoulders, we had side stepped down the corridor towards Laura's room and, once inside, we'd looked at each other rather embarrassed for we each needed to go to the toilet in the en-suite bathroom but since we could only pull our pussies about eighteen inches apart at the most, we just had to. "Daddy, since you like to sit like this, I don't mind sitting with you a bit longer than one minute." Thank you, Aisha. Then, how about 5 minutes? Would that be long enough for you?"Aisha really wanted some thrill for a while longer, but wanted to sound as if her father wanted to sit like that longer." I know you like to sit like this, daddy... so, we can sit for longer than 5 minutes." You decide, Aisha. You tell me for how long you like to kiss and sit with daddy's cock in your cunt."Aisha.