I was my happiest when I was with Daddy. When I was sixteen, I began having sexual fantasies about Daddy. I always felt my mom was a bit jealous of th...e way I loved daddy.I was crushed when Daddy suddenly passed away when I was eighteen years old. I went into a deep depression that took years of therapy before I was back to my normal self.My therapist was a man in his early fifties and he became like a surrogate father to me. No one could take Daddy’s place in my heart, but Doctor Frank came in. She brought herself close to climax before forcing herself to stop and looked at him wantonly. “I wanna cum with you, Eric.”“And you will. But right now, I want you to make yourself cum. Go on, keep going. Fuck yourself nice and good.” He said from behind his camera, video recording her every move.She nodded and resumed her fucking, stroking her outside lips with the vibrator before slowly easing it in and began to rock it back and forth hitting every delicate point inside her.She groaned and. . I relied great thank you. She messaged me pleasure is mine..I messaged hmm so what are you doing? She replied my husband went for weekend party with their collagues..I messaged her so alone… She replied with crying emojis….I messaged so dont worry watch movies…She replied I am watching it but thanks for messaging you rescued me from boring..I said that is my pleasuree and I said so when r you going to take the painting…She replied how is it on next weekend..I said perfect…She replied so how. My balls emptied whatever seed might have been inside. I guess I must have somehow passed out as I woke a while later slumped against the wall. I slowly got up and looked out the window on very unsteady legs. Mona was gathering her stuff and soon left my home. True to form, after only dating her for three weeks, my son announced that he was no longer going to be dating Mona. My heart fell. I would truly miss her – both her beauty and our talks. About a week later, there was a knock at the front.