In reluctant bits and pieces while she'd prepared his breakfast, he'd choked out scraps of the abominable rape, leaving her to piece them together and...stare at her young husband in shocked awe. Then, before she could question him further, he was on his feet and moving toward the door."You're not leaving now, Mark? Darling, you haven't slept all night. You must be exhausted..." I'm fine, Baby," he'd replied forcing a smile as he bent down to kiss her. "I've got some things to do... should be. What I meant was that just because I'm your father doesn't stop me from having a natural physical response when I look at you, or feel you next to me." Physical response?" Well, yes. Since we're being so open and honest with each other, as we've always been, what I'm saying is that I sometimes... well, get an erection from your nearness."The direction our talk was taking was indeed already causing my penis to swell in my pants, somewhat to my embarrassment, as there was hardly any chance that. "Leah," I said, my voice softening as her fingers squeezed the tension from my neck. "I don't know if I can do this..."As I succumbed to her talented hands, she responded quietly, "Sure you can, honey."Earlier, Leah and the other girls had put two and two together after the men retired to the games room. Within five minutes they'd guessed that today had been a special day. I confessed that so far today, Johan had orchestrated everything to fulfil one or another of my fantasies. I told them of. They entered the office together and were greeted by a pleasant receptionist who took them to a large conference room and brought them the beverage of their choice. The receptionist hadn’t been out of the conference room more than 45 seconds when Dinah Cohen entered all smiles and greeting both of them with a firm handshake. She was a thin woman dressed in a grey business suite and appeared to be somewhere in her forties. Her long blonde hair was tied up in a bun looking a lot like Portia de.