?You know you owed me a punishment for calling me a bastard, and you know what, this isn?t ?it? I tell you. ?eh eh shhhee aahh? you answer, and when y...u notice my amusement about your gag-talk you start to struggle again. I turn you around, stroke your lovely hair braiding it in a ponytail, meanwhile knotting a thin rope in the tail, looping it around your cuffs and back again tying it of in your ponytail. You have no choice than to keep your head up proud, not able to hide your face. You look. In my minds eye I saw her sensuously reaching down, removing her bottoms until she stood naked before me. Almost unconsciously I began stroking myself over my trunks, imagining her stepping down into the Jacuzzi and coming towards me, our bodies and lips meeting. As my erection grew I fantasised that it was her hand touching me, that the caress of the water on my skin were her fingers. The click of the timer switch turning off the air jets broke into my revere. With an almost rueful sigh I. But this was something this father already knew about his daughter. Through all the time they’d been apart from each other, Ashley regularly sent him phone selfies, many of which were on the borderline of being inappropriate.If she’d been trying on new outfits or even bikinis, she always sent a picture to her father and asked what he thought. Max never wanted to lie to her, so he told her what he honestly thought. Most often he told her she looked amazing, and usually added that he also thought. She invited me in. Meney mana kiya(bas formality hi thi mein toh andar jane ke liye mara ja raha tha). But she insisted. Mein andar chala gya. She gave me water. Jab wo wapis ja rahi thi toh mein uski ass ko dekhe ja raha tha. Usne kitchen se pucha ke tea or coffee? I said coffee. 5 min baad wo coffee le ayi. Humari school ko lekar bahut baatein hui. Meney kaha pehle toh yahan koi aur rehta tha. She said ke hum 1 saal pehle hi is ghar mein shift huye hai. Saamne wall pe unke husband ki aur unki.