We got back to the villa. Sarah went up to the bedroom to put on some clothes suitable for a striptease. I closed the curtains in the downstairs room ...nd quickly set up my video camera, partially hidden behind some flowers. If there was going to be a sex-tape, I was going to shoot it. Five minutes later Sarah walked into the room. I’d positioned the video camera where it would record us with my sitting on the sofa and her stripping in front of me. She didn’t even notice it. She started to. By now Emily had worked out what might happen: her chatter reduced to almost nothing and she walked slightly quicker beside me.Once in the woods I put my arm across her shoulder as I listened for walkers and their dogs. I only saw 2 and they were on another path. A spot ahead looked inviting so I took a smaller path towards it, which soon fizzled out as we approached the thickest area of trees. “Will it be OK?” Emily asked. “I can see a way in round the side,” I said, avoiding her question. I. She is crying tears flow."Your dad is..." Slut you belong to me. Don't forget I have photos of you sucking Mr Bhanas fat Indian cock in his car. I could tell Mrs Bhana I'm sure she could deal with you." I slapped her again."You are my slut open your mouth suck me off! Now!" I demanded slapping my large hard brown cock against her white face. Reluctantly she opened her mouth, I placed a hand either side and fucked her slut mouth roughly until I flooded her mouth with cum. The flowed out of her. So, as an example yesterday in our kitchen my wife yanked down upon the back of her daughter’s shorts exposing her. I wasn’t there yet, but my darling and quite kinky wife, she reported this to me. For my part I asked her for photographs, even cell-phone shots the next time, I think she said that she would, I wasn’t actually listening I was too busy fucking her and her syntax suffers at such times. Back to the tale, she yanked down her daughter’s pants in front of my son, saying that they were.