”She took her soft, delicate hand and started to stroke his hard prick. It felt amazing. While she did that, he moved his hand back up and played wi...th her beautiful knockers again. The entire time, he kept the gun pressed to her temple. This mutual masturbation felt great for him. Her shaking had slowed down a bit. Maybe she had warmed up. Maybe she was a little less afraid. Her hand moved up and down gently, massaging his very hard dick.“Turn around.” He said. “Get on your knees”“Wh…wh..why?”. ”“And, did he get lucky?”She hung her head to hide the blush and answered softly “Yes, but not very much daddy.”There it was, every father’s worst worry, my sixteen year old daughter was sexually active, it was time to take precautions. “Do you have safe sex? Does he wear condoms?”I had to strain my ears to hear the soft reply, “Sometimes.”“Sometimes? Sweetheart, you should be more careful, any boy who fucks you should wear a rubber, any time.”She looked up at me “When I don’t want him to cum. While I was waiting I started playing with myself since being in the jockstrap was turning me on. I laid back on the couch closed my eyes and slowly started rubbing my cock through the jock and then moved down in-between my legs to feel my newly shaved hole. The feeling of my finger close to my hole made my cock start getting hard and make my heart start to beat faster.Slowly I pushed my finger into my hole not all the way but enough to feel it opening. My hole was nice and warm but was tight. He had the help of a Vietnamese refugee who had taken a crowded, leaky fishing boat to freedom back in '78 and through an improbable series of events wound up in Albany River.The fact that Nguyen Binh Ky was a lovely girl in her early twenties may have had something to do with his continued interest; he married her in '83, but kept up with his language lessons. Binky, as everybody called her, had the group over to the house every now and then for language lessons and Vietnamese food, so they'd.