You couldn’t even take your decision for good. What are you? Are you any man?” I yelled at him.Before he could say anything in return, I started d...ropping hard slaps on his cheeks. I hit his nose, cheeks, chin wherever my hand reached in the heat of the moment. Tushar started crying on his knees. I slapped him for some seconds again. I was very angry.Tushar didn’t look in my eyes before I spoke, “Come in the room baby, I want to serve you the skipped meal.” I slapped on his cheek again before. It was something that would drown me. A more powerful passion than anything I had experienced during my self-loving.I stared down into his green eyes as his lips latched onto my clit. He sucked on me. I gasped, my back arching. My pussy clenched as the heat swelled through me. My head tossed back and forth. My fingers rubbed at my tits. I massaged them as Daddy loved me.My orgasm screamed closer and closer. This wonderful, incestuous rush that would drown me. I groaned, my back arching. I. ” “Yes, of course … come in. I’ve been waiting for you. I’m Sari,” she said, stepping back to allow me inside. As I did I saw she wore a black negligee with a matching sheer peignoir over it, tied with a ribbon belt. The negligee tried to hide her curves but the fullness of her body would not allow it. A bit startled, I offered the coupon book while trying not to stare. “Yes, the check is right here. Can you stay for a cup of coffee?” she said, turning towards the kitchen. “I can stay a bit …. She was waiting for me then I got in her car, we left and she asked if there was anywhere in particular I like to go. She was wearing a short coat over her dress and it was open, and her dress was riding high on her legs so she was showing a generous amount of thigh. I found that to be enticing and occasionally glanced down at her knees, watching her as she drove. I was conscious of her glancing over at me from time to time, as well as we chatted. We stopped at a Tea Room in the country, and.