“I have to get ready.”“Come back to bed! It’s too early. Come and stay warm with me.” Sarah looked back over her shoulder and laughed. Her h...usband had thrown back the covers until nothing but the very top of his hips was covered; a tent had formed between his legs. He waggled his eyebrows suggestively. “Like what you see?” She approached the edge of the bed and folded her arms. He certainly was hot. He had a large chest that tapered off at his waist, all toned from his constant workouts and. " That's the lovely bronze nude that was executed by Henry Carver, the young blind sculptor," Gabby quickly filled in for the benefit of her viewers. "His visit to this very stage was most illuminating as he displayed some of his artistry and explained how he worked -- by touch. I'm sure posing for him was quite an experience for Miss Finch, seeing as how he is blind and she was nude."Yeah, we get the point, The Stick put in snidely. She was naked and he was feeling her up."You'd have to ask. I leave for 15 minutes and when I get back, you have your fingers stuck in that wet, little, stinky cunt. Each word seemed to sting.He leaned down between my legs and inhaled, laughing. "Oh and you are really a stinky little girl today." He reached down and his thick fingers circled my wrist, forcing my hand to my face, my fingers under my nose. "See," he said, still laughing a little. "Now tell me, cunt, what are you?"I started to squirm, legs trying to get traction in the silk sheets, but. To say "crazy" might be a better description. To say "immoral" doesn't even touch on what I'd been involved in. I'd wake up in the morning, look myself in the mirror, ask myself "did I really do that?" and then think about how long it would be until hopefully it would happen again.My step-daughter had sexual interests in me that I never had the idea existed in her mind. Things started slowly, progressed over time, and gradually, incident after incident, continued to go beyond my wildest dreams.