She nodded toward the hallway behind her and then turned as precisely as if there were a spindle running up her backside, clomping down a stone passag... lined with tiles plainly older and grander than the rather grim entryway had boasted.The American followed as she turned and then arrived at a hallway of rooms. She pointed, once, to a tiny changing room with a locker in it, and then once more, to a massage room with a wooden table, which smelled vaguely of medicine. Then she handed him his. She didn't enjoy pain, didn't enjoy fear...At least she didn't think so. But she was dripping wet all the same. When he shifted his weight she flinched, half expecting another blow. This made him chuckle, and he gently tapped the side of her face. "Afraid I'll hit you again? Or excited about it?" he murmurred. Then his fingers slid into her and she stopped registering words. She let out a breathy moan as he curled them up to stroke that perfect spot inside. Even as he fingered her pussy to the. She was shaking her head and grinning at the same time as she said, "You thought I didn't want you anymore, didn't ya? Oh my God... Dad, get real, would you? There is no way on earth I would ever say no to you..." Yeah, I know," I said, trying to shrug and probably making it look as if I had a nervous tic I could not get rid of. "I mean, I didn't think you were saying no. Not that you can't or anything, you know, anytime you want to stop you just have to tell me..." Dad," she said, reaching for. We were both grunting when I finally shot my wad into her tight twat.I leaned back on my heels to watch her dripping pussy. She lay limp, panting a little. I ran my hands up her legs, then amused myself spreading our combined junk around her snatch. She moaned, “No, stop.”“You mean don’t stop, don’t you?”“No, don’t,” she said. I slipped my index finger into her slit and she moaned again. So I pulled out, shoved two fingers in and started pumping. She whimpered a little, and pulled her knees.