“I thought you were working away this week!”“I’m leaving early tomorrow morning. I couldn’t miss your first big meet. Such a wonderful resul...t!” he said with a laugh.Nao released her grasp on her dad and then, as if she’d suddenly noticed I was there, grabbed me by the hand and dragged me forward.“Daddy, this is James.”“Yes,” he said, nodding at me with a slight smile. “We just met.”I didn’t know what to say. I just nodded. As if sensing my embarrassment, my dad stepped forward.“Well, we’d. Pinch. You shudder. Oh, you are waking? You reach back to me, plant your hand on my ass, squeeze. That feels fine. So you roll onto your back a little and I scoot out from behind and under you. Your eyes are open, you smile. We kiss. Lightly at first. That hand of mine, little or no control. It’s up and down your chest. Brushing both nipples lightly. You got hard as quickly as you woke didn’t you? Let me pull back the sheet. I want to see you, not just the tent that your cock is making.. ." She uses her free hand to gesture at thefront of my blouse, touching it softly, "I'd undo a few more buttons onyour blouse. Should I do it for you now?"She lets go of my chin and I nod, caught in her gaze. With a practisedhand she unfastens the top four buttons of my blouse one after another,revealing more of my cleavage than I'm comfortable with and showing thelace on my bra.. one more and I might as well not be wearing a blouse atall."There we go, perfect, right?" I nod meekly, and she. She squirmed on the bed. Tell me you want me to call you a slut. I want you to call me a slut. Tell me you want me to call you a piece of trash. He kept his pace steady, just rubbing up and down, up and down, never varying his stroke. I wantI want you to call me–a piece of trash! She was thrashing around. Tell me you want me to call you a bitch! Call me–a bitch! Good! Tell me youre going to come! Im going to come! she gasped, and came, hard, covering Bens fingers with juices, her whole body.