”I just smiled at her to show that I appreciated her thanks and went to do the bath for her.Next day, we did the same. I worked on her thighs quite ...horoughly. I caressed, massaged, rubbed, and kneaded as much area as I was allowed to touch. She moaned occasionally during my work and when I was done and after asking me to prepare her bath, she said, “Naeem, you have magical hands.”I didn’t quite know what she meant, but I knew that I had to say something in return. A smile just wouldn’t have. ."A look of realisation dawned on the electricians face.. "Oh I get it.. You planned it.. You're a kinky little minx aren't you ?" A hint of a smile appeared on the young house wife's face..."No I'm a good girl... I'm not a slut... But if I've made you angry, then I'm willing to be punished.."The electrician wondered.." How the hell does she know that I'm a kink master? ... The kinky little minx wants me to take it from her" So... Began the electrician.. You will not sleep with me willingly..?". It was a thought almost too horrible to even contemplate, yet the perverse nature of it only made it that much more arousing.As his tongue worked over her clit, he shoved one of his fingers inside her hole. That did it. Her hips bucked, and she cried out. "DADEEEEEEE!" she screamed as her climax hit her hard, reducing her to a quivering mound of orgasmic feminine flesh. He loved the thought that he was doing this to his own daughter, the girl he had brought into this world and spent so much of. When she was fourteen, her mother had run off leaving her with her father a rigid, military man. She’d never seen him smile, at least not when he was with her. Life with him was like living in a mobile boot-camp. Whichever city they were in she knew that she had to wake up at six, run around the compound, prepare breakfast for them, go to school or work, be home by six prepare supper, eat, clean-up, sleep. Day in day out. No wonder she’d turned out a libertine. She supposed he’d tried his best.