I couldn’t be contained. I wouldn’t be contained and in seconds, I had my man Robert, stripped naked. I was all over him.Robert treated me like a ...ueen. He was deliberate in his touches and yet soft. He didn’t manhandle me or make demands, which made me want to please him even more. This was not a "wham-bam-thank-you” love-making session, but truly an experience unlike anything I had ever engaged in. When he went down on me, it was surreal the things he could do with his tongue and his fingers.. " Now what kind of a daddy would I be if I told you what your punishment would be and then after a little whinging, went back on my word. I would not be setting a good example would I?" No daddy, but please, I promise I have learnt my lesson, I just cannot take anymore." I plead."Quiet now, I am not changing my mind and if you continue with this incessant whining, I will not stop at 10" you threaten.With this I am immediately quiet and close my eyes trying to block out the feeling of the belt. ’ He heard her start to cry. ‘And you felt the same way.’ ‘Yes, I always have. When you asked Sandra to marry you I was almost destroyed. We spent so much time together.’ She sat back onto his thighs and looked down at his hard-on pointing up at her. ‘After that I started getting serious with Jason. But we have both known it wasn’t for love.’ ‘God you are so beautiful,’ he whispered as her fingers lifted her shirt up over her nicely shaped breasts and hard tips. As she lifted her hips to. I was finished with my chores and just stood in front of her at the kitchen counter, watching and talking to her. Her eyes were fixated on the dough, and mine was fixed on her bra-free breasts.Never have I enjoyed watching a pair of breasts sway so much. She was getting sweaty. I could see tiny drops of sweat forming on her forehead and neck.A few hair strands would keep coming onto her face. She’d try to shift it back with her occupied and dough-covered hands. I was enjoying this all too much..