”“That’s kind of shitty,” he says frowning too. “I mean we’ve already fucked. There is no taking it back now.”“Eventually, you’ll th...nk it’s wrong though,” she says, telling the truth.“We’ll have to change that old man’s thinking, won’t we?” he asks, flashing a wolfish grin at her.The girl beams with the prospect. Her father is conspiring with her against his future self! “How?”“You’re going to do exactly what I like,” he says. “I mean, who knows me better than me?”A shiver runs down her spine.. I spotted a short jean skirt, the material looking like it would hug me tight. I snagged it off the rack, and then I noticed a black belly shirt that had no sleeves. I was a size 2 petite, so I grabbed the size 1. I wanted it tight. Smirking, I headed to the changing room.I didn’t hesitate to strip off my old clothes. I left them in a pile on the floor. I didn’t need those boring things any longer. I ripped the tags off my new jean skirt then pulled it up my legs. I shuddered as the denim. I try to be a gentleman, but experience that 25 cm cock is opening any door. When I call upon the area, I ask the lady if I can come closer. She might want to gently rub her pussy as her husband watches. When my dick rises and the precum is visible, she tells me to come closer. Her man says thumbs up. I can go on.It is fascinating to see wet pussies as close-ups. They are always different. And smells like salty seas. It is up to me to go further. This lady in her 50s is wet as hell. She goes on. Her back was to him, and she hadnt used the covers, so every welt and wound was displayed before him. He knelt by the bed, and unhooked the chain from her collar. She didnt move, so he flattened his hand and ran it roughly down her back, feeling every bump and ridge. She gasped and instinctively pulled away from him, but he grabbed her shoulders. Dont you dare, he hissed, and she froze. Apologize. Im sorry, Ahriman. I didnt know it was you, My Lord. He resumed his ruthless caress of her.