She moved over, inviting his presence, but the sight was too much to abandon, even for the touch.“You are so beautiful.” But he hadn’t come here... to look. He lay down beside her, and they kissed. His hand was free to rove -- and rove it did -- across her sexy torso from shoulder to mound. He stroked up again to hold a breast. That kiss could have gone on forever, for all of him, but his lungs disagreed.“Darling,” he said when he broke the kiss. When they started again, his hand roved again, this. Thank you all.About me, I am from Mumbai, age 30, live in Lokhandwala work in a prominent multinational, life is now about working hard meeting deadlines, making money, from a distance my life looks perfect, I have a luxury car, I look decent, have a good enough flat I am married with a lovely wife, go to the club, party on weekends, just how I imagined while growing up in a middle class joint family, where getting into the bathroom first was an important task.Well anyways I have realized that. He was doing his email. I finished folding my clothes and neatly stacking them on his desk. My pussy was juicy and I he had not even touched me. I stood silently at the front of the desk for a couple of minutes until he stood back up and walked behind it. I watched as he opened a file drawer under the desk and dropped my clothes into it. He then locked it and held the key aloft so he was sure I saw it."For the next 16 hours (I did a quick calculation in my head. Noon tomorrow) you are mine to. Your choice!" I didn't know what to say, so I said nothing. I knew this was wrong, because it sure felt that way, but...he was my Dad. I would just deal with it. It was my own fault for getting myself in this mess. He took my silence for the agreement that it was, and started lifting my hair, looking for marks on my neck...I prayed that there weren't any but he looked stern and pronounced "looks red to me..." he circled me, looking at the back of my neck...for a moment I froze as he.