I found Matt back in his room, listening to his iPod. Hey, whats up with that mess down in the kitchen? I asked, remembering how upset I had been to c...me home to it. I made sure to speak loudly so he could hear me over the infernal punk rock tunes my husband and I had the misfortune to have introduced him to at a very young age. Matt, too, acted as if our recent encounter had not taken place. Thats Claras, he said, looking me up and down as if for the first time in weeks. He just couldnt get. An unbearable humiliating death that she wasn?tkeen on suffering . Shackles emanated from the Floorand were locked around each one of her ankles. Katrina?s legs were spread wideapart to ensure the prisoner had no chance of resisting the Twin Invaders burieddeep within her vagina and anal cavities. Two Grayish Black studded dildo?spitch forked from the floor and were cruelly drilled deep within the orificesof the proud prisoner.. Katrina Mitchell settled into her day the same as she hadthe. “That I am. In fact, I’m having you inked and marked as his as well as mine. How do you feel about that, Slave Mommy?” Tiffany told her mother while I continued to eat with one hand and fondle Mom with the other.“I adore Master Bruce, dear Mistress! I would love to be inked with the mark of you and him! Would you do the same to your father?” Karen encouraged her dominant daughter.“Naturally! I doubt that Bruce has any attraction to him, but he has full rights to do whatever he likes to anything. You tell him that he better not tell anyone about this. No one can know about this. No one can find out.You also tell him that you will suck him, but you won't swallow. So he better warn you. Then you tell him that if he tells anyone about this that you will kill him. And you mean it.He looks you in your eyes. He promises you, that this is just between you and him. No one will ever know about this. You don't know if you can trust him, but you don't have a choice. You sit there trembling, not.