Clearly if he wanted her in his bed, he could compel her to be there and to cooperate. The whips were all too real, and she did not care to experience...a punishment whipping. Play whipping as part of a sexual session excited her, but she thought that real pain would not be any sort of fun at all.Would sleeping with her natural father be so bad? She had never known him as her father, and if he had not told her of the relationship she would certainly have been prepared to sleep with him to gain. “Even if the unexpected happens, will you trust me?” Even as worked up as she was and not quite understanding what I was asking, she considered the question first before answering. “Yes, Kerry, I do!” Maybe she did know? At last I could start the exploration I had never expected to experience again, and hadn't even known myself until now how badly I'd missed it. I allowed my mouth to travel gently over her body in a feather light touch, trailing my blonde hair along her darker skin. I heard a. ’ ‘You may be jumping to conclusions. What do you have against my friends?’ ‘Nothing. They present themselves well. They are obviously experts on the application of make up. They apparently pay considerable attention to their hair and they know which dresses flatter their body. At least one has taken the step towards surgical enhancement. They look very nice. Eye candy.’ ‘But…….?’ ‘I wonder if any of them have ever read a book.’ ‘I’m not laughing. That was insulting to them and they all have. And Lisa will be devastated if we don't work out. She's still talking about how nice you are." I only want the best for her, and for you. Now go clean your face, and go out there and smile for all your customers. I'll talk to you tomorrow; send me your schedule so I know when it's OK to call you."I could hear a forced smile in her voice as she promised she would, and I let her go back to work.I heard from her several times during the day, and called her myself a couple times. I told her where.