To the point that a small wet spot had formed on the front of them. I slipped the matching camisole over my head, and it too felt incredible against m... smooth chest. I looked in the mirror once more and the line between Andrew and Andrea had definitely begun to blur. The skirt and silk blouse were on in next to no time, as I was ready to be Andrea, now. I was reaching for the heels to slide them on when I heard the front door click open. I hustled to get them on then stood at the front post of. He removes the handcuffs and runs his hands down my arms, then he removes the blindfold. He tells me, I want to feel your hands on me and I want to look in your eyes when I am fucking you! This makes me smile. Not very many guys feel that way. He starts out kissing my forehead, then each eyelid, the tip of my nose, each lip, slowly making his way to my neck, a few kisses, a quick little lick here and there. Then he kisses his way to my tits, slowly licking and sucking on each, kissing all. Theexplanation followed as she said, "Look at that yucky mess you made onmy nice clean floor. That has to be cleaned up." I muttered, "Yes,Mistress," and looked around in confusion to see what I was supposed touse for the job. When my gaze returned to her she warned, "If thatpuddle's not gone in one minute, you are going to get a spanking likeyou won't believe." She glanced meaningfully at her watch. Desperate,I searched for whatever I was supposed to use. She sighed, rolled hereyes,. He definitely liked his drink and he got silly when he drank. Don't get the wrong impression. He wasn't a bad person. He was an ordinary, average-looking, average-built man in his mid-40s. He was just dad. And I was just his daughter. We didn't mean to step over any boundaries. We just did. It began innocently enough. It was September and I was going to the local college, taking afternoon classes. Dad had his own construction business and worked odd hours. My mother worked in an office and.