We had overtime in the office that day. By the time we started going home, it was 12. I thought this was my day. I took the car to a dark place where ...here were not many people.We chatted regarding this the previous day and she first said, no. But I asked her I want to only see her private parts. So she agreed.I parked the car in the dark and touched her breasts and started pressing them. She was tensed thinking whether anyone will come. I told her be cool. But no one would be coming to this. I followed him inside as he fixed my drink and again I took a big gulp, he wouldn’t tell me what was in it but boy did it taste good, he sat down at his desk and asked me to come stand next to him which I happily did.I must still have had visions of Sam’s arse in my mind as I stood in front of the old man as my boner was pushing hard against the inside of my shorts, “Sorry grandpa” I said softly, “But your daughter does have a nice arse” I continued with a giggle, he looked up at me smiling,. Mentally, she was a horny, uncontrollable mess. If Emile were to step out of the shower and asked her to spread her legs, she doubted her ability to resist his command. The skin on his back was smooth and tight as it rolled and dipped over all the muscles he had on his upper back. She could imagine the scratches that she would leave on his back after a wildly hot night with him and his beautifully large cock. Maya had a few sexual experiences with boys before, but having sex with Emile would be. Khyan looked sadly upon her—his favorite daughter—and told her that he had not heard her, that she would have to say it again for him to hear her. But that before she spoke she should know that he was honor bound to only one course if he had heard what he did not hear—his only answer could be death to both parties. He then sang a poem of his own making, there and then, his talent for verse being universally renown, a poem that spoke of love so great for a daughter and a nephew that he would.