"Yeah, you be my daddy and fuck me in the ass, only this time it is on my terms,"she said almost matter of factly. It was like a freight train hitting...me when she spoke those words. No doubt she was a victim of incest and no doubt rape. For a short while, that quelled a little of my passion, but her continued sucking of my cock soon chased away all of the thoughts of sorrow and turned back into facing the soon to be ejaculation of my sperm from deep in my balls. Suddenly, she stopped her oral. ‘This is what Kara wanted. We all serve Kara as she chooses. We both know that. Hush little one.’ Bes took me in his arms then and held me and rocked me and stroked my tear-stained cheeks and my arms with his strong fingers. And then, being a man as with all men, when they were exposed to him, he stroked my breasts and the inner reaches of my thighs, and I spread my legs for him and felt him enter inside me, strongly and thickly and deeply. And I moved with him and felt one with Kara—knowing. I really do.” “I love you, too, “ George said, “you know that I do. I know it sounds silly, and maybe it is just because it’s the middle of the night and I am still half-asleep, or maybe it’s because I have had too much wine, but right now, I’d do anything for you. I’d even give up music, if you asked me to.” Isolde thought her heart would burst, and she started to tear up, but she blinked hard and replied, “That’s sweet of you to say, but you know I’d never ask that. And you couldn’t do it. ” I can feel Kenny’s cocky smile as he says, “As you wish.” Kenny kneels down behind me and slowly removes the nylons; first my right leg and then my left. He begins rubbing my calves as he is working his hands up; maneuvering towards his goal. I break the silence and say, “Help me put my shoes back on and hand me my nylons.” Kenny says, “Yes Ma’am. I love to fuck a woman only dressed in her high heels and g-string.” I take the nylons from Kenny and notice that they are covered in my wet.