He looked for the clock.This was our nightly ritual. Every now and again we'd leave things too late and while usually I'd be able to control him, some...imes I wouldn't. Hence the newly repaired painting. Byron always feels guilty in the morning when he sees what damage he's caused, not the least the time when I came to wake him with eleven stitches in my face. But it's not his fault.I walked with him through the house and down the dark stone stairs, past the cellar and down into the basement.... First I tied her hands in front, then blindfolded her. Next I put a beat up plastic collar on her neck and hooked a leash up. Quietly I asked Shelly if she was ready for this and Shelly nodded, somewhat enthusiastically. Pulling Shelly towards the cage I sat so my asshole was just over the edge to give slave J a good view. Shelly had to use her hands to find my asshole, moving her mouth quickly to the target once she felt its soft folds. All those rimjobs I had given her paid off, as her soft. I sat in a chair on the near side of Michelle's bed and watched her. I saw the line of Michelle's nude leg as Rachel got into the bed, but that was quickly covered. I saw Rachel's hand under the cover, and I heard Michelle moan quietly. I was watching Michelle's face the whole time, and I enjoyed the small smile on the corner of her mouth.Eventually I saw her eyes flutter open, and she tensed as she felt the real hand on her breast and she saw me looking at her. I saw Rachel freeze up as she. A few days later my daughter came round. ‘I thought she was leaving?’ ‘Michelle, she is leaving, soon.’ ‘Dad, you said those words two weeks ago.’ I watched Michelle move to my bed. I closed my eyes as she picked up a red silk baby doll, ‘Oh she’s moved alright, moved into your bed. Dad that asshole boyfriend of hers will go mad. Do you want to end up in hospital again? Don’t look to the heavens, you know I’m right. My god she’s been here nearly a month.’ ‘Yeah well, she’s having difficulty.