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Eventually she straightened up and joined him on the couch, and they watched TV. The next evening after their first anal he just fucked her throat, to give her some time to recover. This started a pattern. Each night he would come over and choose her throat or her ass. From the time he arrived they didn’t talk now until he’d cum. He would put his hands on her shoulders and she knew which it was when he either pushed her to her knees or bent her over the couch. One night before they’d done anything he indian broke the pattern and sat her down on the couch and said, "Honey, your approach to dating isn’t working. If these guys don’t fuck your pussy we can’t tell if they’re sexually compatible with you. And if you’re not spreading your legs for them on the first date, you may be sending the wrong message about yourself. Start bringing them all home, and do whatever it takes to make them happy.” "Dad, it doesn’t work that way." "That’s how it’s going to work." In the rest of her life he was still her kind and caring father, but in these desi matters he was now in control and not interested in discussion. So that was that. That night he used both her mouth and ass for a long time, but something was different and she couldn’t get him to cum. He went home frustrated. She was crushed, having let her father down for the first time. A couple of days later she had her next date, with Nathan. This one she really liked. He was sharp and funny, and seemed to have it together. They liked the same TV shows and he told her about bands she hadn’t heard of that he could tell she would enjoy. Normally with someone with real potential she’d take it slow and let things develop, and it seemed like he’d be okay with that. But as instructed she insisted on him coming back to her place. She cut the small talk short and spread her legs for homemade him. 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