" She reached out and held my hand. It felt silky soft and slightly cold from her coming in from the outside. “I won’t put you out like that, dad....It’s your bed. It’s big enough for the both of us, isn’t it?” “Y-yeah, it is. But...” Her laughter was full of mirth. “No need to be shy now, daddy. Unless you don’t want to share a bed with a silly little girl like me.”“Of course not, honey. If anything, you’re one of the most beautiful women I have ever known.” “I didn't peg you for a charmer,. My husband, Ashok was an Electronics Engineer with an MBA and after the initial struggle for about 4 years his climb up the corporate hierarchy was meteoric, leading up to his position as a senior director with credible visions of a Vice Presidency. I did what I liked best, writing. I contributed copiously to the local newspapers and magazines and continued my contract with a weekly vernacular publication back in India. My favorite subject was women and their rights and inevitably their. Quickly i washed me and the toy, and stepped out of the shower.After drying off, i dressed as Sir had instructed, the hood,boots,and corset, and with toy in hand staggered out the door and into the room indicated by Sir.Inside was a Dungeon, or torture chamber, there was a leather sling hanging from the ceiling,as well as a padded bench, a huge X frame was mounted to one wall, and the ceiling had several rings in it some with pullies attached, some open.Opposite the X frame was what looked like. His willpower was failing him by the moment as he felt her ass, which was clad only in the thin material of her silk dress, move up and down against his quickly hardening shaft. The tempo of the song playing around them shifted into a slow romantic rhythm and she pulled away for a moment. Shella knew that her face was flushed, she had been unable to believe what she had just done to her best friend’s older brother. Her own body was on fire, her nipples were hard bullets against the fabric of.