Fiona gritted her teeth against the pain and then relaxed to absorb the pleasure of the taps. Again Robert brought the cane down but harder, causing F...ona to cry out and then grind her against it. More tapping followed by two sharp cracks of the cane and Fiona was being pushed closer and closer to orgasm. At the tapping intensified, as Robert brought the cane down hard twice more to complete her six. Both women were close to orgasm and Robert dropped the cane and once again slid his hands over. The heat radiating from her crotch cleared up any question of her repositioning. My dick head was where it would be nestled between her pussy lips if we were naked, and she was at least sixteen, not fourteen.A bit of grinding her clit against my dick got her what she needed, and she was back to sleep with her head on my chest.“What have you done with my daughter? That girl looks like her and is wearing the clothes she had on when she left, but there is no way she is my daughter,” he said.The. An elderly man stood there. She could see an old car parked at her curb."Yes," she said."Are you Mrs. Jennifer Wales?" he asked."You can read the mailbox," she said sharply. "What is it you want?"He grinned at her and she didn't like it. She was in no mood to be grinned at by dirty old men. She started to slam the door shut but he put his foot against it."I think you'd better talk to me," he said."Come back later," she said."I think we'd better talk now," he said, "or maybe you'd like me to. It wasn't long before he started to turn on the old charm, and like a moth attracted to the light, and to my shame I found myself going along with it.After a couple of weeks working for him, he started to come out of his shell a bit, extremely gently pushing the boundaries of our relationship, testing my reactions. Like brushing me as he passed by, a very playful slap on my bum, putting his hand on my knee, and stroking my thigh. All innocent and good humoured fun which I went along with as.