”I let my Dad move me, easily being pulled to the edge of the bed.“Now Princess, you have to remember the rules. You have to be quiet and listen t... your Daddy…”Rubbing my eyes, still trying to adjust to the dark, I could not help but yawn.“What is it, Daddy? I'll be good...” I yawned again, trying to look at his face through the darkness.“You'll see,” He replied back quickly.I heard him unwrapping something and felt him press it to my lips.“Hmm?” I mumbled, my mouth opening. My tongue wrapped. I felt free and happy after the divorce, almost ten years ago now. Soon a female colleague of mine, a black woman from East Africa, suggested I’d meet a relative of hers, visiting Sweden, hoping to find a husband here.To make a long story short (and maybe return with more details in another story), we met and Lilian proved to be a wonderful woman, slim and sexy. We decided to give it a go. Her visa expired within a month, she had to return to Nairobi and fix everything with the authorities and. "Why don't you undo the front of it, just so I can see better." Oh sir!" she acted outraged. "I couldn't!"He turned to me, "What about you."I nodded my head and shook it; "I don't think so."He urged me, I glanced at Anna and she nodded at me. "Well alright, if you think it will be alright." I reached for the buttons on my blouse, undoing them very slowly till I got to my skirt. I sat back so the blouse gaped open, showing my bra and the sides and tops of my small breasts held in the white lacy. Knowing how new she was to game, he gave her no instructions except to wear a shirt that showed off her cleavage, a skirt, and no panties. Kelly was flustered by the rules, but she followed them anyway. She arrived at the coffee shop looking very beautiful. Her short blonde hair framing her face, her borderline d sized breasts practically breaking out of her shirt aching to be teased, and a skirt that-unfortunately-was too long for her master’s liking.She saw Isaac sitting at a coffee table.