She was moaning softly, giggling a bit. "You like the flavor, Katie?" he giggled in the kiss. Caitlyn moaned. "I love it, Daddy," she squeeled, "Daddy...s Katie in Daddy's mouth!" It was killing me that she was letting him call her the wrong name; the fact she was going along with her adopted father for the night was making my dick ache for yet another reason.After more kissing, she broached it, what she wanted. "Mmm, Daddy, is Daddy gonna fuck his little girl now? Katie wants it SO bad, Daddy!". I looked at her with intense curiosity. “Yeah, we did it,” she said. “He fucks like a machine. And he doesn’t mind if you’re there to watch, so I invited him over.” Once in the workout room Kenny was actually the one who made the first move, although my girlfriend certainly made it easy for him to approach by positioning herself on her back on a work- out bench while he stood over her. “He just stared down at me, looking at my body until he finally got. We both know who won here, in the end. You owe me.”He then reached for my clothes, and started to d**** them over my handcuffed wrists. They fit easily enough under the caftan, but would hang lower, displaying the silky purple satin pants, and the creamy top. “Juan, take these damn things off!”“Can’t…” he laughed. “I found these. I don’t have the key!” “What?” I exclaimed. “You fucker! You tricked me!”He smirked, grinning like the Cheshire Cat. “Who gives a shit? I got what I wanted. . After returning to our hotel late that afternoon, we showered, had dinner, and then excitedly left to explore the nightlife. The first bar was rather boring and after an hour moved to a second bar, which proved to be more interesting.Although Turkey is a lot less frantic about homosexuality than most of the Muslim countries, one nevertheless has to exercise decorum in gay establishments. Not long after our arrival Nolan got chatting to a hunky Swedish guy. The one thing Nolan and I had agreed.