.more like begged, if we could at least have sex one last time. I saw Barb think a moment on it and as she pondered, I moved in on her. It was a bad i...ea and any chance I had was lost, Barb decided no. She left forgetting to take her clothes with me. I was upset, angry, and hurt. I did the only thing I knew that would bring me pleasure, masturbation.I must of beat my meat stick a half dozen times. I found myself wanting off to shemales and then gay porn. By that evening, my flesh was raw and I. 'Do you want to slap my vag a bit?' She asked.Seemed like a rhetorical question to me so in reply I knelt at the side of her head and fed her my cock again. She got to work on that and I reached down to spread her legs and give her clit a little flick. She had a bit of a bush, trimmed, but in need of some tlc. 'You should shave.' I told her.'Mmmmllggh' she repiled. I started to fuck her mouth. The little make up she had been wearing was starting to smear and I spat on my hand and used that. The next morning when I got up to go to the gym, I didn't go straight to her room for two reasons. One, I wasn't all that sure about what she did to me was sitting all that well, provided that she did in fact drug and molest me. Then again, if she did drug and molest me, it was hands down the kinkiest, dirtiest, most amazing and most taboo thing that ever happened to me. And two, as much as my daughter silenced my good, rational, logical side, I was scared of what I was going to do if I found. She noticed as John started his inspection at her feet and slowly shifted his gaze up her long legs. He lingered on her short black leather mini-skirt before looking over her large breasts and her very attractive face. John admired her beautiful blond hair for several moments."So where is that man of yours," John asked.Vicki, still dazed by John's eyes on her body, suddenly realized that he was talking to her. "I'm sorry. What was that?" she said.John repeated the question still admiring.