I slid it onto her bare warm skin and shifted it up under her firm glute, feeling its muscle. Her ass was firm, just like I thought it would be the fi...st time I saw her accidentally bend over in front of me at my home. The space between my legs shrunk as my manhood jumped to attention. Why you might wonder? I realized when my hand flowed around looking for the fabric that she wasn’t wearing any panties. “Guilty,” I heard quietly escape from her lips, “I was hoping you noticed at your house.”. " She said it calmly, and with obvious confidence.I let my breath out and tried to relax a bit. I was still in shock and finally I took my jacket off and hung it on the coat tree beside the door. I realized I hadn't said a word since I'd entered the room."What's going on?" I finally managed."Dad came to ... apologize, Vin. He's been trying to see me because he needed to apologize for ... what he had done." She said it quietly, but again, I was struck by how calm she was. I didn't understand it.. You stick out your tongue and try to lick my fingers, and I laugh and whisper in a slow, but lustful voice, that sluts don’t get to lick, they only get to suck, and so I shove my fingers into your mouth. The taste is addictive, and soon my hand is totally free of your juices. You feel like such a slut, sucking and savouring your own juices off my hand; a rush of confusion hits you as you realise you’ve been stroking your rapist’s cock through the thin fabric of his jeans, knowing in your head. "Pleased to meet you" I said holding out my hand, "likewise" Joel said shaking it. We stood around chatting about nothing in particular getting to know each other, although clearly the others knew Joel, then Ron got to the point. "We run special nights for men, our next one is a toga party, its taking place on a boat cruise on the river and we think that you guys could be the entertainment, Joel was grinning knowingly. Ron and Henry retired to the couch leaving Joel and I standing in the middle.