I should have argued about that right there and then, but with thesethree cute girls dressed up in their ballet clothes and pretty andexcited, I didn'... have the heart to be argumentative. So they startedpulling me up to Tammy's room.Now I've been in Tammy's room a number of times, but it was obvious thatthere were a few sleeping bags on the floor. Apparently Tammy eitherforgot that we'd agreed it would only be me, Tammy, and her Mother herethis evening, or she got all these sleeping bags out. A sane man would say 9!Despite the great body, pretty face, sexy red lingerie and high heeled boots – she manages to look almost sweet and innocent – especially when she lets loose with her wholesome white smile.She introduces her in an accent that seems completely out of whack with her Pakistani heritage – Welsh tones that Catherine Zeta-Jones would be proud of – smooth and soft, flow out of her mouth as she spreaks… “Hello there… I’m Kia Waheed… I’m 21 years old, and I’m from Cardiff in. When I reach your office the door is shut and I know better than to enter without permission, so I knock. “Daddy, I’m so sorry. Please. I don’t know what came over me. I feel like my hormones are all-”I’m cut off by your hand suddenly around my throat, pinning me to the wall across from your office door, my feet no longer touching the ground.“There are no excuses for disobedience!” You throw me to the side and I land in a crumpled heap on the floor, bawling. You start walking toward me, undoing. “Oh my,” she said. “It’s much bigger than I thought it would be.” “Are we going to…?” I started to ask. “No, you know I can’t; not until I’m married. But tonight we are going to come as close as we can to doing it.” She knelt above me now, her dress acting like a tent to hide my manhood. She slowly lifted the front of the dress until it was at her waist. She was no longer wearing her panties, either, revealing to me the first view that any man had ever had of her maturing pussy. “Can I touch.