I was lying face down on my bed, one knee pulled up to my stomach, my pearly blue, sheer nightie and my cotton thong was stripped to my bare hips. Am I a warm picture, or cold? They thought I was asleep, but I wasn’t, I could hear what they were talking about behind the door. But he stood up. Am I a warm picture, or cold? It was not difficult for me to do this. He pressed his thick lips to my arse and lay into his ritual of kissing, sucking, licking, biting, spitting. No one had ever taken me in this pose until tonight. His ruthless manly finally did what all men do and vomited on me. It had never occurred to him to use her in this position before, as he enjoyed his daughter’s naked yoga practices every morning and now he was as curious as a spoiled brat with a big plate of candy in front of him. “Who was he?” I asked with a wheezing moan.
