I could not tell him my own Papa was my lover, could I?My Papa took my cherry when I was 17. My mother died when I was 10 and Papa began hitting the b...ttle day and night. When Papa was drunk, he would not give a damn and would forget bolting the door of his bedroom. I took pity on my father and he was anxious to marry me off. Then one of his friends brought the proposal of marriage from Raman and Papa was too happy to accept that. His darling daughter would be married to a rich man who was 15. "Bethany, how about lingerie? You would look great in a reallytight basque."How did he know? I smiled at him when he said that, kissed himon the cheek, right there, in public too. He bought me one froma very upmarket lingerie store, scarlet, PVC, size 10 which isreally a size too small for me. So I decided to get sexy too. Apair of really trashy big gold earrings, how I wished I darehave my ears pierced! And a wonderful trip to the shoe shop,ending up with one pair of ultra high heels, black. I liked his no-nonsense style. “Can I assume you are not going to offer me money for my organs?” He laughed, sending his jowls and belly into a roll. “No, nothing like that.” “Please explain,” I inquired. “Among the classes I teach here at the medical school, is a class called Human Anatomy. I have a bit of an unorthodox approach that has proved to be very successful. Ninety-six percent of my students have gone on to have very successful careers in medicine - that compares to seventy percent. Susan was beginning to shake again. I was afraid that she might fall off of her step mother’s now slippery lap but Mrs. Levine had a tight grip around Susan’s waist. After several minutes of tongue lashing, I couldn’t help myself anymore. I stood up and pulled my shorts off. My 8” cock was literally throbbing. As I shoved my manhood into the sweet smelling pussy that was spread in front of me, Susan groaned. I pushed it all the way in until my pubic hair touched Susan’s anus. The little.