The bathroom was already occupied by my 18-year-old daughter, but I barged right in on her anyway, as thebathroom door had come loose several years ag..., and I had neverbothered to fix it. Since nobody in our house wears any clothes at night, it wasno surprise to see that my daughter Marie was as naked as I was.Nicely formed breasts, and a furry “vee” showed that she wasmore developed than her mother had been, when she started havingsex, even though I knew Marie was still a. She was almost hyperventilating as she attempted to compose her breathing. She rose from her bed and went to the bathroom to splash cold water on her face. The dreams kept coming. The only time they didn’t was when Dave spent the night with her. She felt safe then, protected in his arms. Tonight’s was far worse than normal. Normally she awoke before Tyler was able to take his turn with her. She went back to her bedroom and looked at the clock. 2:17am it read. She lay back down in her bed and. This is driving me wild; my panties completely drenched with my juices. He attempts to walk past me and I stick my foot out stopping him in his tracks. I place my left hand on the throbbing ridge and stroke it, my brown eyes looking up into his. “You’re off to the toilet now?” “Y-yes I am. The stiffness is getting painful.” I continue my stare, my hand now flat against that beautiful erect cock. “Enjoy your wank. Think of me won’t you?” His expression changes, he knows I’m onto him. “You. I was sexually repressed and the thought of being under someone’s control was my way of coping with the fact that I was really afraid of sex, of voluntarily being intimate with a man. I had been looking at articles and pictures and the internet about bondage, when I ran across an ad for a local bondage club. I read it and found out that they hold regular meetings, had an agenda for the meetings posted. They invited guests to attend their meetings. It seemed like a way to explore.