Somehow I knew this happens ofter and I would need totake it down to her at work but I can see in my mind where I need to go.This should be an interes...ting outing.I get cleaned up as well. Checking out my clothing, it is obvious whatis mine and what is my wifes due to the size difference. I am a littledisappointed on the number of slacks in my size but there are a fewdresses. I try one on that shows off my cleavage and my legs. Witheverything going on I finally realize that I have a full head of. As I turned the blender off I grabbed to glasses and filled them. When I turned around I almost dropped them. Rochelle and dropped her dress to the floor, no underwear, no bra. Just her, her amazing fucking body, her jewelry and her heels. She looked fucking incredible. So daddy, what do you think? She was leaned up against the drywall doorway to the dining room, intentionally putting her body into a curving disposition, one knee bent, her right hand and arm sliding up the side of the doorway.. “It was him on the phone? You were fucking him all that time?”“I’m sorry, Izzy…” I began, but a huge gulp of a sob from alongside interrupted me.“Oh God! Oh my God!” she mumbled, lowering herself to perch on the edge of the bed. “I can’t… I can’t…”Then she started to cry.My tough daughter Izzy was crying, and not tears of anger, real tears.Something was seriously wrong. Okay, my affair had been with her boyfriend’s father but at the time, she and Jack hadn’t even been going out together, let. She looked confused. "Take it off, stupid. Let's see the goods" She wore the face of a frightened girl and edged towards the door. "Uh uh, don't think so my lovely. But I have to admit, I like it when they make a fight of it. Gets me horny see? I might save the cunt for later, use that lovely little arse of yours first." He waved the knife again, meaningfully. She realised that not all his penetrations would be phallic. He would use that knife, and maybe other things. She'd read about this.