"Please touch me," I pleaded.His eyes settled on my cunt as he said, "No, I want to watch you pleasure yourself. I want to hear you scream from your o...n hands."The hot excitement rushed through me with his words. As the best lover I've ever had, he had an intuition about doing just what I wanted him to do while still managing to surprise me. His request surprised me. He had never asked for this before. He stood and led me to the bed."Lay down," he instructed.I laid down while he stood over me. For the date, the shemale bull chose a local kabaddi match.The bull wore thick jeans and a yellow shirt while my wife was in a beautiful red Kanchipuram silk saree. As we got in our car, the shemale bull told me she’d drive while I sat behind them. My wife sat with her in the front. As we traveled, they started flirting and touched hands and even thighs.When we went to the venue, the bull ordered me not to talk throughout the date, for I’m a Cuckold. I obeyed. I started silently like a third. He was good to me, and for that, I’d always love him and be grateful, but due to what he did to my sister, I couldn’t like him too much. It was always a tough conflict to sort out in my heart and mind, between appreciation of the great father that he was to me, and disgust at the horrific way that he mistreated a girl who never did him any wrong.Speaking of Karen, I called her immediately when I got to the courthouse, and she instantly wanted to speak to Pippa. I didn’t even hesitate. I trusted. And I loved the idea!!! It seems that when I'd told my mother years before, the day after I'd lost my virginity, the next person to know was my father. She went to explain that that night dad had fucked her so much she was sore for a week after. She said she knew he was imagining that he was fucking me. Unknown to me, every time I'd confided to mom my sexual experiences, dad was also aware. The one time I'd fucked in my bedroom, thinking we were home alone, dad had the entire event on tape..