It was a heavy wooden chair, just like the last one, but the back was very short, a little over a foot high and covered in padded leather. It was wide... over two feet, with heavy wooden legs; wooden dowels connecting the legs together, about six inches from the floor."Kneel on the chair, facing the back," he ordered her, his hand pulling her over, not allowing her to protest. He watched as she reluctantly got up on the chair, kneeling on the seat, her bottom already a tempting target. "That's a. The tall stranger lifted Dawn back onto the table and pushed her onto her back. With her legs pressed back as far as they would go, the other man began licking her asshole, then penetrating her with his tongue until she began to relax her muscles.With little more warning, and with her ass now right there for the taking, the tall man pressed his cock up against her dark hole and pushed the head in easily. Brad sat in amazement, never knowing that his wife was capable of such things.It didn't. After all, we had been very naughty over the last few years and a father can only take so much.We got out and the valet opened the large double doors for us and we entered the marble floored entrance hall with the giant oil paintings of long gone ancestors. Wolves, bears, deer and even a tiger stood still around us, proof of our family's interest in hunting.“Hanna, Petra, come into my study,” our father roared from the staircase above us. We lowered our heads and hurried up the stairs holding. Would you like to see mine?” I wrote. A couple hours later I received an email back. “Who are you?” it read. “Do I know you?” I told her no but then corrected myself and said that she does know me. “Who are you?” it read again. I told her that my real name isn’t important. I said what is important is that I wanted to fulfill her dreams and fantasies and that was all. However, I told her in reality that it wasn’t possible, at all. “And why not?” she said back to me. I so wanted to explain it.