I always went to the local baths with my father, when I was a girl. I would go into the men's dressing rooms and watch the men undressing to get into ...heir bathing costumes, and they would let me look at their cocks.Each time they did it, daddy was never watching me or them, and sometimes some men would be hard for me, wanking themselves as I watched.Daddy would undress me and after the swimming, take me into the shower room and watch the men as they looked at my nudity.One man was soaping. “He made me feel like I was nothing.”Mac felt his heart aching in his chest. He held her, letting her cry until she wore herself out. They drifted off and slept until morning. Chapter Twenty-EightMac woke up alone and called out for her, “Grace!”She came into the bedroom with a cup of tea and a croissant for him. “Good morning!” she said, sounding cheerful.Sensing that she needed things to feel normal, Mac let go of the many questions he had for her regarding the man from the bar.“Well, look at. The sadistic pleasure of grabbing him like this, watching him flinch and squirm under her manipulations, was enough to leave her panties soaked - uncomfortably so.Arthur huffed in relief as she finally let go of him and stood up, and his eyes followed her hungrily as she unbuckled her bra and let it fall to the floor, then dropped her panties around her ankles and stepped out of them. She giggled softly, getting on her knees at the foot of the bed, and she delighted in his little whimper of. Forcing myself deeper into you, while your teeth bite my neck harder, inspiring me to fuck you harder and harder till I feel your pussy clinch around my cock and your teeth sink deep into me as my cock thickens and we both explode in one amazing orgasm. Letting you go, you sit down in the bathtub, recovering from your orgasm, as a mixture of my cum and your cum run down your legs. I take the shower head and place it directly on your pussy, watching you moan again as I kiss you deeply. Moving my.