‘I shouldn’t have such nasty thoughts about my own daughter!’ he thought. But, he couldn’t help it, no man could. Samantha was the picture of ...sensuality. Her budding tits, large nipples, flat stomach, generous ass and long legs, gave hint to the sexy woman she was becoming. She exuded youthful sensually and she was becoming more and more aware of her body. She would subconsciously rub her pussy against her bed post as she was getting into bed, trying to scratch the tingly spot inside her tiny. Kyle said: "OK Benjamin, here's what we are going to do; you are going to fuck Steve and I am simultaneously going to fuck you, but you and I are going to coordinate our stroke lengths and thrusts to a rhythm which I will set. There is no rush; this is to be a long, slow fuck in which you and I will build up the tension gradually to a climax which will end in a simultaneous orgasm as we shoot our loads." Benjamin, this is to be a fuck with long, powerful strokes which will build up the erotic. Not a window was to be seen anywhere, although there was an eerie, greenish glow in the room. The cool evening air passing through the doorway had a pleasing odor of freshly cut wood. Prominent in the center of the floor was a roughly-cut wooden pole, about ten feet tall, and about a foot in diameter. From near the top of the pole hung two, antique- looking, black chains, with iron manacles, attached to a large, iron, eye- bolt. Gazing around the room she saw a large, wooden, torture rack with. “You mean I have some say in this decision?” Roger asked, with a touch of sarcasm.“It is your money, after all. I can’t make you spend it,” she replied, starting to hesitate at pushing Roger out of his comfort zone.“Well, thanks for that,” he said, wryly. Then he perked up and added, “But you’re right, I do need to break out of my rut and start to live a little more. Dr. Franke did encourage me to have more fun, and a sports car sounds like fun. Let’s say I can spend up to forty thousand.