She begins to move with him, wanting more, wanting him deeper and wanting him to thrust faster and harder. The sensations of her tightened muscles and...her movement are too much for him to bear; he explodes deep inside of her. She can feel his hot liquid flowing through her. Turning their attention back to the shower, they both step inside and begin to wash each other. She takes the soap in her hands and begins to lather up, looking into his eyes the entire time. She starts massaging his. I knew he was right and even though I didn’t want to have sex with my Dad I knew I couldn’t stop him. I tried hard to relax so that it would hurt less. I closed my eyes tight and tried to pretend I was somewhere else but Dad wasn’t having any of it. Slap. My face stung with the sudden impact and my head buzzed for a second. “Don’t you dare close your eyes, you little whore!” he screamed at me from inches away from my face. I opened them wide in fear and tried my hardest to focus only on keeping. He chuckled lightly. ‘Good, good. Now, if you’re ready, let’s go.’ I, almost drawn to his lighthearted arrogance, reached out my hand to him and allowed him to guide me out of the hotel as we made our way out to the town. ***** ‘Pour me another shot!’ I shouted to the bartender. As I gulped down the alcohol, Thomas stared at me. I glared at him. ‘Is there something wrong?’ He sighed dreamily. ‘Nothing’s wrong, Shayla, but…you’re such a beautiful woman.’ I motioned for the bartender to pour me. I knew then and there that he wanted me as much as I wanted him, and we didn't waste much time going from the living room into the bedroom where we had the most fantastic sex I had ever had. My late husband didn't know how to give oral sex. His ex-wife was a masochist, and my late husband believed that giving a woman oral sex involved biting her clitoris. He tried this on me a few times, and I concluded I just didn't like oral sex. Yet, my new lover, went down on me, and he first teased my.