You’re still MY property! Anyway, what reason would you have to stop sending him pictures?” I asked, really unsure what her problem was.“You cer...tainly don’t have to worry about me accidentally calling him Master! It’s difficult though, Master. It’s like reliving the night in our hotel room where Mr Philbert cuddled with me. It was more personal than blowing him, Master! Then you told me I had to start sending him updates. Do you have any idea how hard that is?” She begged pointedly.“I wouldn’t. A little too under-seasoned for my taste, but thankfully, salt and pepper appeared on the table.After dinner, we sat in the lounge for another hour, sipping our wine and chatting.Sylvia interrupted our banter when she finally suggested we move through to the bedroom. For me, the decisive moment had arrived, and I hoped that I was going to cope with the female factor.I got left in no doubt as to what would follow as the two of them unceremoniously removed their clothing. Sylvia had a lovely. She rolled her eyes, even though she knew her father could not see the gesture. She then stood up, lifted her jumper and pulled her panties down, then off. She returned to the couch on her hands and knees, then pulled her jumper up, fully exposing her now bare bottom.She picked up her phone and positioned it between her shoulder and her ear."OK, Dad, I'm ready. "Yes, they're off. Yes, all the way. They're on the floor next to the couch. Yes, it's pulled up completely. I'm bent over on the couch. She inhaled deeply, the ripe, musky scent so intoxicating. She put her fingers in her cunt again, her palm rubbing against her hard clit and providing just enough stimulation.Lauren closed her eyes and relived Finch’s movements inside her. He’d been gentle and slow, almost caring. She liked it faster, too, but something about a slow lovemaking experience was her favorite. Logan’s movements were still very inexperienced, a bit awkward. Plus, he barely lasted a few seconds inside her before he.