Dad was proud of his recuperative powers for he felt like he did when he was fifteen.Dad went slowly when I slipped the idea to him, thinking it was h...is. Mother clawed his back wanting more action but he denied it to her. I increased the flow to mother but blocked the trigger that allowed the dam to break. Dad had decided to get a little back from his earlier ill treatment. He would go slow and lick and suck her nipples while keeping her at a fevered pitch. Dad's back was raw. His hair was. A bare mattress was sitting in the far corner, locked cabinets down the farside wall, and two TV monitors in the corners at one end. In the middle of the room was what scared me. It was a sinister looking sawhorse with a padded top, and straps on each leg. Then there was the chair I was strapped to, it looked to be an older gyno chair that could layback with the leg stirups to spread your legs. The bad part was that the chair had a machine on the bottom that looking like the fucking. The instant i got hold of milk mans large cock, i started fondling with it as well as the bush at it’s base region. Vivek then lifted my petticoat above my hip to expose my pussy and after seeing stream of fluid on my thigh he laughed and said “saab, bhabike halat to dekhiye”(sir, just see the condition of madam)”. Prasun looked at my bottom and exclaimed in bengali “saali ekdinei to puro khanki hoye geli, goalake diye chodabar jonney maagi dakho puro garam hoye geche” (you the bitch, became. “Oh I’m sorry dad I wasn’t looking where I was going” Abby explained stepping to the side to allow him to come into the kitchen “That’s ok pumpkin,” I smiled “what do you feel like doing for dinner tonight? Your sister won’t be around to cook. I was thinking pizza and movie. I feel like we never hang out anymore.” “Sounds good” Abby smiled back at her father “I’ll be in my room call for me when it’s ready.” A while later the doorbell rang and I opened the door, joking with the pizza.