" I'd told him I was sorry. And I truly was. Why couldn't he understand that? Why couldn't he realise it meant nothing to me? "That's harsh," I whispe...red. I regretted it immediately. Immediately. "Harsh?! What's harsh is you fucking my best friend behind my back!" His voice was getting louder, angrier. I apologised again. And again and again. My eyes were filling and a lump was forming in my throat. I didn't want to cry, pity myself. I wanted to be strong, make him see how sorry I was. But. ”He chuckled at his own joke. I could head him moving round the bed and felt his fingers ever so slightly graze my pussy lips.“Lets see if you have learned to do as you are told.” The pressure of his fingers increased.“If you can keep still and not crack my lovely artwork, then I’ll let you cum. But if you fail I’ll clean you up and send you off to do the dishes you refused to do.”Keeping still was a skill I was yet to acquire.The pressure and the speed of his fingers slowly increased but not. His cock was bone dry. I put some saliva on my hand but it seemed to disappear in a few strokes.I thought about what he’d said at the diner. I actually was curious about this stuff, it was just my social conditioning that kept it on the taboo list. Maybe for the first time I gave myself permission to wonder what sucking his cock would feel like.I knelt down in front, stroked up until he was semi hard and put his cock in my mouth. It felt magic as it started to swell and get hard. Jan and Mark. He said they were fine and he would call again Friday evening before getting on the plane.I was reassured that there was no way he could walk in on us and I glanced over to see that Mike had taken my place and was playing with her tits. I said goodbye to my dad and went back over to the couch. Mike was sucking on her nipples by then and I was annoyed that I hadn’t gotten to try that. On the other hand her lower half was now free so I sat next to her legs and began running my hands up them.