I was always there for her. Every big school event I was a part of. And when she was with me, I tried to spend as much quality father daughter time wi...th her as possible. No, and no, nothing sexual included. Just like a father and his daughter.She grew up fast. It felt like sleeping three times and she was out of high school. Went to a college far away from home. She didn’t spent much time with her dad any more, just about a week a year and the occasional phone call. But I still sent her money.. .rolling my nipples gently...The backs of enameled nails are dragging slowly down my tummy (Did I just hear the music say pretty tummy?) The fingers continue downward, teasing my cock...The insides of my thighs are receiving gentle caresses...I am listening myself moan, so calm and sexy...The hand wraps around my 'velvet purse' as the music guides me to think of it. The hand rolls my creamy eggs around, my breathing quickens...Another hand wraps around my very erect cock, my 'sissy clitty' the. “Should I stop, or would you like for me to continue?” she asked. “Please go on,” replied Ben, his eyes riveted on her chest. When the last button was undone, she slowly pulled apart the sides of her blouse, revealing two bulging beautiful mounds, supported by a too-small half-cup under wire bra. The tops of her large dark nipples were clearly visible through the thin opaquely transparent material comprising the upper part of her bra. After a moment of letting Ben’s hungry eyes feast on . ‘So this is the annex. I’m not sure why you wanted to see it so bad. It’s just a bunch of outdated displays.’ Cindy already was looking at one. It was a bondage table of some sort made of white steel that looked very medical in nature. Sue remembered seeing it up close and it had straps, various mount points for attaching things and could incline to various angles. The table was in near vertical position currently. Cindy stood in front of it with her feet apart and her arms stretched up like.