"I.. I touched myself in class, Sir. I'm so ashamed, Daddy.. I should have told you.. but.. I didn't want you to be mad." She pouted her soft lips at ...im and a low growl rumbled through his chest. "Is that all, little one?" He stood before her now. She rested on her knees at the edge of the bed, her thighs spread comfortably, her head slightly bowed with submission. She wouldn't meet his gaze as she chewed at her lower lip, her slender fingers now toying with the hem of her nightie, giving. " "Good little slut." The words, crude and demeaning as they were, touched that string deep inside the older woman, and she could only helplessly register how it resonated in her pussy and heated it up. "I want you to bring me your clothes. All of them." Helen’s eyes shot up with an expression of disbelief. "But - what will I wear?" "Whatever I allow you to. You’ll come here each morning and I’ll give you your clothes for the day." Lisa’s soft finger stroked her cheek, and a small sigh escaped. This is wrong! You’re my best friend!’‘And you’re my dream girl.’‘Oh my god!’ She was stunned. ‘You’re a friggin’ dyke!’‘No, no! Not a dyke. I just, love girls, is all.’‘I can’t believe this. My best friend is a fucking lesbian!’By now, tears were filling my eyes. ‘I’ve always loved you, but if you’re acting like that, fine!’ I wiped my eyes and took a few steps away. To my surprise and delight, she wrapped an arm around my waist, spun me around, and kissed me passionately.I kissed her back,. We could see him showing off his love a lot at times front of people and even a front of me. To describe his wife “Anjali” you won’t imagine she was fair as milk and pretty as an actress and even very simple girl. Every-time I see her I would always get a boner(hard) down there even though I was young I was a very corrupted guy. She was simple we used to talk a little but not much. I even had heard that time she was pregnant.They lived a little far from my place so my dad used always leave in.