She is 174 cm tall, weighs 73 kg. Upper width 98 cm, waist 72, hips 102 cm, and as you see with fine dark hair..." Manuela saw the burning torch/flare...the Executioner briefly showed her. Then she cried out again, because she felt the heat now. Flickering and running lightly over her the flames ate off the fur from between her legs. Back and forth the Executioner moved the torch/flare, he made sure that it completely singed her hair off. Manuela cried, cramped in her chains, her sensitive meat. I also had always been faithful to him.As to our once great sex life it died. Most of the time he was to drunk to even get it up or he would just throw me down and fuck me until he dropped a load into my pussy. If I refused to have sex with him then he would get physical with me taking me by force and giving me a black eye a couple of times. I heard rumors of him fucking just about anything that would spread their legs for him. I left that go as at least he wasn’t fucking me. In fact he payed. ..” His old eyes scanned us. “Oh, I’m not totally evil. Whatever’s in the bank, the house I live in now, all that crap, they get it. But that land is gonna be long gone. And forced heirship goes away when they turn twenty-four. She’s way past that.”“We’ll honor that,” Bill said.“Hell, boy, I was almost serious. I’ll adopt these two girls.” He looked up, saw Cindy standing behind me, her hands on my shoulders. He grinned. “Cindy, too.” He snorted. “Engineers. Pfuh. Physicist. Haw. MY daughter’s. This gets complicated with four hands and arms all working in the same space, but after years together they've figured it out. You can, in fact, like a blender, run swirls of hands in circles and they do not collide. He, of course, has extra work to do, she only needing to clean his flat chest. "It's funny," he thinks, bending to mouth her brown nipple poking out of the white suds he's pile there; "I can suck soap from her breasts far more easily than baby oil," something he's loath to apply.