She was clearly aroused - I saw her wetness, her enlarged clitoris. Is it just a mechanical reflex? What was she thinking about? Was she imagining som...eone else shaving her, giving her pleasure? Her ex-boyfriend? A crush of hers? Or did she accept that I, her father, was giving her this pleasure?In my defence - when I realised that she got more and more aroused during the shaving process - I did step in. I stopped shaving the area around her clit and told her the shave was done. But she insisted. Very quickly a finger was jammed into my rectum, there was more lube then it was jammed in again good and hard, worked around then pulled out. Following this there was some pressure back there, a sharp pain as I got stretched and then the full feeling of total penetration…more pain as he slammed against my sore backside! Not only did it hurt like hell but I felt the onset of cramps; pretty bad ones. As I fought my way around them he withdrew and slammed into me again, even harder! As he slammed. ”“You don’t have any conscience about taking advantage of them?” Susan squirmed on his fingers.“Usually it’s the most excitement they’ve had for years, sometimes ever.”“Do you ever see them again?”“Most of them give me their telephone number,” he said, “once they’ve had this cock once they can’t wait to have it again. My regular fuck is Esme but if l fancy a change l give one of them a ring, either go round when their husband is out or meet them somewhere out in the country. It suits both of. He reached his hands in, one finger slowly burrowed into my pussy, which was already soaked. His other finger found its way to my clit and began working at it slowly in a circle. I moaned onto his dick thinking to myself, well done, sir.He kept at it, his finger now working in and out, pumping along the walls of my dripping puss as I worked my lips up and down his cock, stopping to lick at his balls and kiss around the base of his stomach, leaving a single hickey on a spot no one but him would.