She raised he bottom off the massage table and he could see she was dripping wet. He placed his hands under her stomach and raised her so she was knee...ing on the table and then he started to lick at her pussy as he fingered her.He lay under her and licked at her clit, inserting two fingers as he did so. Eventually he slid from underneath her and undid his fly, taking out his now hard cock and slid it’s fully engorged length into her wet hole. He thrust in and out of her one short teasing. I love my dad. It’s where my personal strength and love of firearms come from. My mother Fatima Dawit is a Somali national who moved to Eritrea while fleeing persecution in her old homeland and converted to Christianity after finally moving to a land where religious freedom is the law. My mother told me a lot of things about her old life in Somaliland. The brutal things that Somali men did to Somali women in the name of Islamist patriarchal domination. And Somali women simply went along with. "Well, it's what she does, you know?" I could see she didn't. "The Cat is a road warrior, it's where she makes her living, just like headliner bands, kind of. You go where the work is, and if it's touring through the Midwest on a bus or getting on a plane and going to Tokyo, well, that's what you do, you see?" She gave me a sad sort of little smile and nodded. "I guess we're used to her coming and goings, but it's just the nature of her gig."She thought about it for a while and sighed. "I guess. "Her comforting hand came to my shoulder and then she said the unexpected, "Don't worry Margo, Robert flustered me in a similar way to start with." Robert seduced you too!" I gasped. "But how did you deal with it Ruth?"Ruth said softly, " By giving Robert just enough rope Margo." You mean, when he became amorous towards you?" I asked."If I was to be his mistress then I would call the tune. Ruth said flatly. Thoughtfully she took another sip of brandy before continuing,"When Robert began.