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Hours before his intended arrival, mummy stood near naked in front of her full length mirror, without her panties, when daddy entered with a drink in his hand for her. She cut a beautiful picture, as daddy handed her her drink, and as he asked her if she was ready, he put his hand between her legs, and remarked how wet she felt, the sexual connectivity of 'wetness', escaped me, but now as we all know, she was ready for sexual intercourse.When he did come, he came alone, his wife calling off at he last moment, an opportunity not missed by both parents, as mother was now free to openly flirt and daddy conveniently keep out of the way.After one drink I was brought out from bed, at the man's behest, he wanted to meet me, and to my parents slight discomfiture, they agreed, their minds having been set prior to his coming, they struggled as the 'Boss' focus shifted from mother, as they realized his preference of sex, went beyond the norm.They both spoke in a subdued manner, constantly. She stepped off the elevator on the fifth floor and turned left to go to room 512. As she entered the office she saw all the empty desks and she looked at her watch. Unless it was slow she was there before the noon lunch hour. She saw several balloons pinned to the bulletin board and she walked over and saw the poster that announced the luncheon in the cafeteria to say good-bye to Brenda who was going on maternity leave.She turned to head for the basement cafeteria and then she checked herself. She would check Rob's office before going down to the basement. Rob wasn't a baby shower, bridal shower, going away party kind of guy. He would give generously for a gift, but he would usually avoid the get togethers. She walked up to his office and was reaching for the doorknob when she heard it. It was a moan, but it was not a moan of pain, a moan from someone hurting or in trouble. She heard it again and she put her ear to the door."Harder baby, harder. You have to get me there baby, make me.
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Now, each time you feel the stroke, I want you to say “Thank you Sir”, do I make myself clear?’ She could barely stand, she was trembling so much but she managed to answer. ‘Yes Sir.’ Whack – the sting on her flesh awoke every nerve, blood pounded through her exposed pussy and she bit her lip, ‘Thank you Sir,’ she said. Whack – one leg buckled but she stayed upright. He rubbed his hand across the burning skin, so red against the smooth white, soothing her and making her long to be touched again, ‘Thank you Sir,’ she said. With each stroke he would soothe away the exquisite pain and with each stroke she thanked him with more sincerity. Whack – the final stroke and she was on fire, not just on the exposed skin but right through to her deepest yearnings. She jolted as she suddenly felt his hard cock pressing against her pussy. He leant forward, pushing a hand under her top and cupping one of her breasts. Every part of her body ached for him. Her vision was clouding with desire, her.

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