“Yes, yes, yes,” I whispered, trembling in awe over the lust I watched. “Fuck her. Cum in her.”It was almost like Daddy heard me. He snapped h...s head back. He growled and slammed into her cunt. “That's what you get, whore. You wanted to make me hard. You wore that dress. You inflamed my lusts, slut.”“Yes, I did,” moaned Mrs. Carpenter as Daddy flooded her married cunt. “Oh, yes. I 'm such a slut. Remember the first time you watched me with another man.”“Yes,” he snarled. “The cabana boy.”“The. Now, slowly rub the outside of your nightie, just over your nipples. Keep rubbing, until they’re hard. Are they hard? Mmm… you have no idea how much pleasure this gives me when you do this. Ok, they’re hard. Right. Now gently pinch them… feel good? Mmm… yeah. Now, are you getting a bit wet? Soaked. Take your dildo and slowly rub it outside your pussy. Let is get coated in your juices. Pretend that I’m there, rubbing you slowly with a long, pink vibrator. It’s about seven inches long and the. John was never very demonstrative, but knowing that I was going to be away for two weeks must have triggered something.“Through the window, I saw him kissing this young girl—”“That was you? Right?”“Yeah, but through the window, in the dim light inside, I didn’t know who it was.”“And you thought you’d already left.”“I nearly died. I thought John was having an affair, I felt sick and desperate, for a few minutes it felt as though my whole life had no meaning. I collapsed onto the grass and lay. I think your whiny little excuses will just fade away. I am going to force you to solve this problem.”No, I thought. No! I had my pride. I wasn’t going to take medicines or practice dumb techniques just to have sex. It wasn’t my fault she was so hot, couldn’t she see that? It was her fault for being so sexy, and what did it matter, plenty of guys finished after a few minutes, it was normal, so long as I got her horny beforehand it was fine—well, so long as I worked on her a lot beforehand, it.