Tell Dad I'm wounded down there. He smiles. Is proud of me: A woman now! Tells to change often.My dad the only man I know. My only flirt. When I help ...him with papers, I am his 'sexy secretary'.He always talks about my hips. Rather lack of big bums. As Marina has. Seems most men love it.His standard pun on my figure is . Looks at us three.She sees our eyes glued to hers. All have our favourite drinks. After dinner we have at the terrace. The sunshine is still warm. Takes another two hours,. “I actually have quite the surprise for you.” As he climbed on top of me, he started to hastily take my button up shirt off. “Someone must be raging horny,” I laughed and lightly ran my fingers up and down his body. I let him strip me down into my lingerie and then stopped him. “Not so fast,” I pushed him over onto the bed, and straddled him. I could feel his hard cock almost busting through his jeans. I took advantage of that, and grinded against it. He tossed his head back and moaned.. I watched as her beautiful lithe body shivered. Her full lips parted ... and she began to pant.She lowered her eyes to the floor... "Yes Master."For the second time of the day, she removed her clothes because I ordered it."Slave, I am tired. I did all the driving today, and I did not enjoy it one bit ... my stomach is upset, and you are constantly talking in my ear."Sarah whimpered slightly..."No complaining slave. I want you to go to the liquor cabinet and pour me a glass of scotch. You may. Me turning my hands to my back, unleashing the bra, and while his eyes grow up, putting my hands down to my slip and slowly pull it down.'What an arousing view', Max wrote, 'you, naked in front of him, and he's holding his stiff-one in his hands, reluctant to jerk off'.My knees were shaking as I painted that picture in my mind. My fingers between my legs, hidden by the bag in my lap, I needed to touch myself. 'Go on hun', I managed to write back.'I'll push you over to him. Make you sit on his.