.. oh god, yes, comelive with me and be my love. Yes!" I can be whatever you want me to be," the beauty insisted. "I can dowhatever you want me to do...."It seemed only fair.The next few months I tried to write but I couldn't, I rarely went outand when I did the night clubbing and womanizing was perfunctory. Andrewinsisted I contact him through letter rather than email, phone, Skype orany other modern way. He said he wanted this to be perfect and romantic.The letters helped me a little, my writers. She does not wear bra at home, so her boobs will be hanging,from her bra the size is 38.I used to smell her used bra and blouse im bathroom and masturbate.I also wear her bra and keep cloth between the two cups to puff it up, most boys would have tried this. My mom is also casual at home, she never cares about her pallu and i can see her blouse and cleavage.Things went on and I moved the next step.I got some ideas from my friend who is also an incest addict, the best way is to expose my penis. She hung there for a second and seemed to struggle to pull herself up."Hey daddy give me a little extra push please" she called down to him.Mark tried to grab her foot and push her up but her legs kept kicking. "You gotta stop kicking Sara. I can't grab your foot" Just push my butt up dad. Hurry I'm starting to slip"Oh god no... he looked up and saw her perfect ass staring down at him. Quick quick quick. Just get it over with. Standing he reached up and placed both hands on her ass. He had to. The doorman greeted Denise with a knowing smile. "Good to have you again, Ms. Forbush." He uttered in a low formal voice. He bowed before the sexy woman. His formal tux contrasted with the nudity of the patrons. He and the bartender were the only club staff that were fully clothed. The Club employed men and women who served the needs of the exclusive clientele. The official title of the club was "The 'H' Society". The "H" stood for Hedonists.The Club was equipped to service the most outlandish.