"Tammy, have you been having your periods?" She answered, "Yes, for over a year now. Mom put me on the pill six months ago when she found out." That w...as a load off my mind.The next thing I did was to get her to roll over on her tummy so I could give her a nice back rub to relax her. She promptly did, and I started at her neck, proceeded to massage her back, then worked my way down her body. When I got to her bottom, I had to dwell there, squeezing and rubbing that heavenly part of her.. “Her mother would slap her legs hard if she was naughty, but her father was a different matter altogether. She never told you what he used to do?”“No.”“All right. I’ll tell you. First, you need to know that she idolised her father, loved him ardently, worshipped him, you get the picture?”“I remember how cut up she was when he died. Daddy’s girl?”“Exactly! Which made her father’s punishments all the more frightening and excruciatingly emotionally painful to her. Indeed she lived in terror of his. Putting an arm around her waist he’d stroked her back, while his other hand lifted and caressed her breast. His lips had began to softly plant kisses on her neck, slowly moving to her ear lobe. As he’d kissed the lobe he’d whispered in such a low tone she’d almost missed it, ‘not ever!’ The feel of Merle’s grasp loosen on her breast brought her back to the present. Scooting her back and butt tighter to her mate she grasped his hand and placed it between her puddled breasts where it properly. My original concept was to cast her in the role of a mistress to a wealthy man, a Judge or something like that. A successful mistress has her attributes, the ability to have her lover always wanting more, of creating a fantasy that his wife can never compete with. To establish the reality of this scenario I cast myself as the lover, imagining what it would be like to have her constantly keeping me barred up, (in a state of arousal) of wanting her all of the time and not just when we were.