On the fourth night I almost demanded him to be with me. I loved the feel of his body heat, the faint odor of his cologne. Again he held me close, but... this night his hands did a lot more exploring as we talked. I liked the touch of his fingertips as they slid over my butt. I felt wanted and needed as never before in my life.I felt an itch on my hip and moved to scratch it. As my hand moved down it brushed against his manhood, if that would be the proper name. God! Talk about something not at. It didn't stop Walt as he took hold of my top and pulled it up exposing my tits. "Oh those fuckin' beauties" he said to me as he grabbed hold of one tit and squeezed it hard and then leaned over and began to suck on it. He bit and flickered my nipples driving me nuts and when he finally let go of my hair, he brought his other hand around and now had both my tits in his hands and began to suck on them both. After a few minutes he grabbed my hand and placed it on his crotch and I knew I was to. She had some freedom of movement of her arms, but it was very limited, limited to movement under the table.I got two more ropes from the pack. I tied each to her legs at the knee. I lifted her right leg and opened it away from her centerline, tying the rope around the bench so her legs could not close. I did the same to her left leg. She could move her legs from the knee to the ankles but she could not close them. She pussy was right at the edge of the table."Martha, would you like me to play. So, we made a plan. Later that night, her family came back and while her husband was fucking her she said that –Chachi: I have seen our daughter masturbating in the washroom.Then my chacha said: I have also seen her masturbating. And while seeing her masturbating I could not control it and that night, I fucked you as if I was fucking her.My chachi understood her husband’s intention and asked –Chachi: You want to fuck your daughter?To which he replied: Yes, I just want to fuck that pussy.Then my.