The story tumbled out from there on, and he finished without interrupting her.“Her father was an Australian. I was married once before. I don...17;t like to remember it. We met and married in Houston. We didn’t have much then. We had some trouble, and finally we got a divorce. He got our daughter and went home and married Australian girl.”Probably got tired of the tape, Nathan thought. Then another thought struck him maybe the Aussie was the one who started it. He kept quiet,. “Good idea, but we’ll keep it till later, OK?” Vicky nodded. Back in the ensuite, Monica stood in the shower, her mind racing. Feeling the heat of the water coursing down her body. She stood there with her back to door, the cascading water running in rivulets down her body. Her eyes closed, letting the water clean her face and neck before caressing her firm breasts and down over her stomach and between her legs. With the images of the last days passing before her, she struggled with the urge. Sandi was so hot, I couldn't believe this was my wife. I guessed at this point that she also must have gone to the party without her panties on. She must have been pretty drunk , telling from the delerious smile on her face. I was as hard as a rock watching my wife get her pussy eaten by a stranger. I couldn't wait to getter her home and finish the job. As my wife began to lift her ass off of the chair to meet his tongue, the other girls started chanting, "give it to her, give it to her", then. “Then it must be blackmail,” she surmised.“At least when you are safely wed you shall be able to sample the servants to your hearts content with no risk of bearing bastards,” I assured her.“Daddy, what sort of girl do you take me for?” she demanded.I ignored her.He wedding day approached and I summoned Dr Legge the afternoon of the day before the ceremony was due.“Just a formality doctor, I need to ensure her virginity before the ceremony,” I advised.“Dear god, surely you shan’t pluck your own.