I getting tired. His motion starts to slows down and I'm thinking he might be done but I was wrong. He ease out of me then grabs my hair and pulls me ...off the table. He turns me around so I'm facing him then lift me and puts me on top of the table again. " Open up those pretty legs" He says with a smile. " show daddy those pretty lips." I spread my legs as far as I can get them. He grabs my thighs and pull me down so my ass is on the edge of the table. We make eye contact as he put his thick. She was very careful with her "rendezvous" and dressed elegantly without revealing even a hint of either her underbelly or her slut provocateur: a pleated silk skirt and dark grey velvet Gucci jacket, a white bow-tie silk blouse, with the bow hanging a little low as is this year's fashion . She wore a very mild fragrance: Bulgary Blu. A 400 dollar silk scarf elegantly placed over the jacket completed the trophy wife picture. She was very aroused and her knees trembled in anticipation. It was. I and rohan were alone in the drawing room now.***Rohan looked into my eyes and picked me up in both hands. He carried me to the bedroom and threw me on the bed. He climed upon me and started kissing me. I tried to resist first but then gave it all in. He kept sucking and biting my lips for over fifteen minutes. It was then that he started thrusting his tounge in my naval. I moaned. He explored my whole body with his tongue. He then picked me up and threw me on the floor. He asked me to get up. ”“It never actually happened, did it? You never actually held me like that?”Dad didn’t say anything but I could see the answer in his face.“I didn’t think so. But sometimes you look at it and wish that you did. You wish that you could have held me like that, even if it was only once.”Dad was still not saying anything but his face was telling me that I was right.“But there’s more to it than that. I think you put this in here as a test. Mum told me some things. She said because of what happened.