She crossed her legs, the short skirt pulled up even further by her actions, baring more of her creamy thighs. She made sure her eyes obviously linger...d on his cock before returning to his heated gaze. “I’d love to invite you to a place I know. It’s a place designed for kinky pleasures. What’s your desire?” Christie shifted in her seat and felt herself become damp. His voice held a hint of command and she could see herself wanting to be held his sexual captive. “To be tied up. To be at the. Was she just telling me so I would remember to retrieve it from her and give it back to Jen? Or was she telling me that we wouldn’t be disturbed? As I pondered this, she had stood up and was standing in front of me, barely a pace away, looking at me expectantly. Her dress suited her perfectly. It had large black buttons all the way up the front, and was cut to show just the merest hint of cleavage. Mid-thigh length would have been too short on most women her age, but with her figure she. ‘Go ahead. It’ll keep her from buggin’ me. ‘Long as I’ve got enough beer, I’m happy.’ He belched again. Hank stood up and extended a hand to Rosalie. ‘Would you do me the honor of this dance?’ he asked. Rosalie nodded and stood. Hank observed that her figure was as slim and lithe as he remembered. She took his arm and they walked to the dance floor. Then she was in his arms, and they were moving around the floor. ‘Thank you for asking,’ she said. ‘It’s been a long time since I’ve danced.’ ‘You. But he never has. For a while I thought he didn't like me, or that he was afraid that Mom would get mad or something. But I realized later that the purpose of the whole agreement was for me to get over what that boy did to me and for me to want to have sex and to like it."Dad is really smart. He teased me into liking myself again. God, he was awful. He made me play with myself in front of him and Mom once. It was so embarrassing but I could tell he was turned on watching me and that made me.