She’d been off the pill for a couple of weeks, but we still used a condom. I suppose subconsciously neither of us had made the final committment to ...aving a child yet. It was as if we wanted one, but we refused to give each other up to have it. The ringing of the telephone interrupted that train of thought, and Heather wiggled off my lap to answer it. I could tell from her side of the conversation that it was her friend Ty, and he wanted to know if we’d made a decision about dinner. I watched. She was still sitting in the booth when I arrived with another round of drinks for us, her breasts still showing beautifully through her top, except now there were two men sitting in the booth on either side of her. They had clearly had a few drinks and fancied their chances with a woman showing off in a hotel bar, maybe thinking that she was a prostitute looking for clients. I rejoined the table and passed my wife her drink. The men looked unsettled despite their level of intoxication. I. I'm so embarrassed... You immediately start verbally bashing me, ordering that I explain myself and my perverse actions... I can only look at the floor with my pre-cum dripping erection subsiding from embarrassment. You stand there shaking your head knowing that I MUST be punished for being such a filthy little horn-dog while you were away. Standing in the doorway, still sweaty from your workouts, with your hands on your hips, you order me to get down on my knees beneath you. I bolt across the. It was inevitable, convinced the voice, so why not enjoy it?Ethel did remember the lessons from the sex-ed class in school - rise above rape, the counselor had told them, because then the wounds will only be physical. Unfortunately, though, she felt herself respond to her father's rough caresses as he replaced his hand with his mouth, taking in an entire breast hungrily. She allowed herself the pleasure that came with the depravity in the situation, of having her father enjoy her body without.