At 2pm, I knock on his office door.I hear his sturdy voice from inside: "Come in!" I open the door and there he is, sitting behind his desk, with a ra...her horny smile on his face."Hallo Marcus." Valerie," he replies, while standing up.He takes my hand, spins me around while looking at me from head to heels and then kisses my neck and lips. Then he moves back to his chair and as he sits down, he pulls me to the edge of his desk in front of him.As if in a slow-motion movie scène, he starts by. "Uh, dad? Grandpa Bob is pulling the elastic leg band of my panties aside and I think his tongue is ... OH GOD!"My father takes his face out of my crotch."What is it baby?" Ohhhh. His tongue is ... it's ... ooooohhh. It's in my behi ... and oh daddy: Now you're pulling away the elastic leg band of my panties from my front. Are you seeing the hair on my vagina? Is that your tongue pushing into my vagi... ? Ooooo, daddy!"An amazing feeling starts to build in my vagina, as both he and Grandpa Bob. . but they get it all the same.“„I see,“ said Quentin. He went to the front of the squab and saw the girl's pain-distorted features, her cheeks wet with tears. Remorselessly the dildo drove in and out, ever and anon, making the girl shudder convulsively. Quentin thought he heard her saying something and bent closer.„Mercy... mercy... „ came a weak little voice, „no more... no more... „ It was pathetic, but Quentin was unmoved. A girl had to learn.Madame Vesta approached. „How long have you been. She gave me this rib breaking hug and I hugged her back. Her hair was slightly wet still from the shower, but it retained that smell that intoxicated me from the time I was first forming attractions.We sat down at the bench and talked about everything that we had missed, with me omitting some key information. I still hadn’t told Sarah that I was bi. She probably knew, but I still felt this internal struggle about it and didn’t want this further complication.We talked until one in the morning.