"Shall we begin? Recreate this... and you may have the picture to do as you wish. Burn it, tear it, or keep it among your treasured souvenirs. Look at...it closely." Oh, God..." she moaned in shame and distress."Take off your clothes." It was an order, there could be no disobedience. She rose, silent, unable to speak for the humiliation she felt. The man's eyes burned huge holes in her breasts and pelvic area. When she hesitated -- hoping against hope that he would change his mind, that this was. She seemed to be tensing up and gasping, “Oh God” over and over for almost a minute before the moment took her. “Oh my God.” She said louder as her thighs clamped around my head and she quivered. I pushed my tongue harder against her clit now, feeling her release in some extra wetness this time as she started to collapse. There was nothing more than a tiny squeak coming from her throat as she stretched herself up first and then literally fell down onto my fingers and face with her. Now, Bob thought he was a pretty savvy Dad. He knew that the best way to get her to do something was to forbid her from doing it. And, conversely, the best way to get her NOT to do something, was to be excited about it, and to display a great desire to "help" with whatever it was. "I think that would be GREAT!" he bubbled. "In fact I'd be happy to take you guys to the movie and then pick you up." he offered helpfully. It didn't work out quite like he'd expected. "That's OK" she said sweetly.. I have a habit of sending random friend requests and that’s how I met her. She added me on Facebook and right from the day one we began talking. We loved to talk to each other and with each and every passing day we were noticing talking to each other more and more. It would not have been more than 10 days and we had exchanged our contacts and were talking to each other on phone. Most of the times she would be around her family.So, we forced to chat on Facebook or Whatsapp. But that didn’t stop.