Robert clearly had the same thoughts and I watched as my boss reached out and cupped my daughter’s naked breast. He gently fondled her breast, compl...imenting her on her sensual beauty. Jillian’s hands lay still at her sides as she watched Robert caress the underside of her breasts and run his fingers across her very erect nipples. Jillian absorbed the erotic pleasure for a while letting out a few soft erotic moans, before feebly objecting that she felt things had gone far enough and saying that. Fuck me. Fuck me." I continued a nice slowing fucking and she was gently rolling her head, tossing her hair to and fro. I asked, "Has your husband ever fucked your ass?" "No, he's way too big," she said.I asked "Is that so?" Leaning in to her, whispering near her ear "Do you want me to fuck your ass, dirty girl?" I asked.She submissively said, "You can do anything you want."Continuing the slow fucking, I wet my thumb and slid it into her ass, feeling my hard cock sliding in and out. Sliding my. .. ?" Steve said hesitantly.Barbara nodded, understanding the unspoken question."She's in a treatment center up in Dallas," Barbara said. "She's going to get clean and a lot of psychiatric counseling to figure out why she is so... promiscuous... as well as getting her drug dependency taken care of."Steve nodded. It made him feel a little better. His face brightened a little. He was getting some self-control back. That Barbara had come to the counseling session wasn't that much of a catastrophe.. “What?”“I think it’s Mike.”“I had that hunch as well,” I said casually, as if discussing the weather when I was actually discussing the identity of the stranger who had semi-raped me that night. “It probably is him.”“How can you be so cool with that?!” Dave inquired in a bewildered fashion, “If I were you, I’d be at Mike’s house now, beating him up to death.”“I thought he was your best friend?”“Yes, but I’m not the one he raped.”“He didn’t rape me. Just get that idea out of your head.”“Fine. He.