Whatever it was, I was sure we’d still have a lot of fun to come before the day was over.Gina was a nice woman in her 50s, her black, curly hair...showing many grey streaks, but her smile was always fresh and young. She was short and thin, almost wiry, with a great shaped body for her age, and a busy attitude. Just as we arrived, she greeted us already. “Ah, a table for the girls?” she asked welcoming. I nodded. “Yeah, can we have the room in the back, to be a. Yes, he was glancing up at her with regularity. She’d caught him before, staring at her legs. Impulively, she switched legs, crossing the opposite way, turned just so, if Richie were peeking, he’d get a little flash. She glanced again as she did so, and saw his eyes dart to her when she moved. She saw his eyes widen slightly, and his lips part. Inwardly, she smiled. He’d seen. Somewhere in her mind, a part of her was screaming to stop it. But she rationalized. This we Richie’s last day here.. ’ Odddly – or not so oddly at all – the thought makes you feel cherished now. You slide your hands under my robe and begin to kiss me deeply. You buttocks feel bruised from the chair and in your excitement, you squirm slightly on my lap. But I can tell you are being careful – you are very sore. You end the kiss and I stroke you face gently – I say, ‘Good girl. I love you so much, sweetie.’ ‘I love you too, Daddy.’ Our bath had been long and luxurious. Deep kisses. Perfumed water. Candlelight.. The size of him was horrifying. Death would have been a happy release at that hideous moment. But it did not come. Instead the slave began to pound in and out of her, snorting piggishly, his hairy belly slapping again and again to Livia’s soft, juddering buttocks. Why do I not faint under this horror? Livia wondered. But she did not. The driving pace of the revolting male organ increased. As did the piggish grunts. Harder... harder... faster... faster... Snort... snort... snort... snort... It.