He was going to hell. No doubt about it. Jail, at least.“Daddy,” Samantha said, slowing lifting up her shirt, then whispering, “If you want to s...ell my ‘hot, fucking pussy juice,’ all you have to do is ask me!” She pulled her shirt up higher until her hairless, slick pussy was on display for him. She thrust her hips in a small circle, innocently performing an impromptu slutty dance for him.“Sam!” Chad scolded her, shocked she had used his own filthy words for her sweet, aromatic essence. He. “Your dad got a good look at me. I was bareass.”“That just got her horny,” Andy said. “She jumped my bones as soon as we got upstairs.”“Well, I think your folks were getting it on, too. I heard someone wailing besides me,” Patti added. “Say, anyone know where our clothes are?”“Mom always says, ‘They’re right where you left them’,” Sally said. “Let’s get showers. I’ll go look for your stuff when I get dressed.”Some time later, all six youngsters appeared in the kitchen. Adam and Susan were. Those women having had the delightful distraction of viewing the park’s former owner, displayed in humiliation in the gaudy cart, his head and face protruding from his bound confinement, unable to escape either the mocking humiliation cast upon him, or the servicing of many cunts and anuses with his tongue ... a blissfully submissive situation which had seen him send his seed to the latex lining already, much to the taunting pleasure of Thora, she now uniformed as per her assistants and proudly. Attendants bent Calpurniaover a low platform. Meanwhile Livilla did the same trick in different positionswith the measure, in case the dimmest audience members hadn't got the point.As Calpurnia would soon from the bull's member. Calpurnia was now loosely chained against a very low platform, face downand legs spread. Before the bull's pulsating penis entered again, Livilla wentfor the platter, and picked up the object resting there. The audience werepuzzled about the purpose of this, but with a.