I left for school in early September without ever getting to talk to him at all.I look out at the snow covered ground flying by, as I grow nearer to t...e man I love and want to take as my own. I wanted to be home three days ago. I had planned on hiding out with him for a couple of days before I went to see my parents.Instead I spent one day in the infirmary and two more days resting in my dorm allowing a course of anti-biotics work on my strep throat.I am even more nervous because as we have. “Aww bless Grandpa, do you want me to sort that out for you?” she asked in a soft voice and again I got the impression this was a regular occurrence. The old man nodded his head in approval and Kay looked across at me, “Sorry Jerry, he likes me to empty him” she sighed softly and I was all ok with that.I sat and watched as Kay got on her knees in front of the old man, she did have a sweet rounded arse even if it was quite small, she took hold to his erection and slowly started to rub him before. “Oh Phillip Stop, it hurts” I begged as he relentlessly began picking up a rhythm fucking my bum hole. Tears in my eyes he held my one leg in the air to give him better access to fuck me then changed our position, he turned me onto my front pressing my face into my pillow, lifted my arse, incest love seed dribbled from my abused pussy onto the bedding “Stop, STOP!” I cried in vain as I felt the pain of his cock once more pushing deep into my bum hole. The strangest thing then happened. He must. She wanted me to take in everything. Before us stood Arabella, smiling as her gimp waited patiently on all fours. A curtain divided the cellar and the women applauded as Arabella swished it open.There, in the light of two small frosted glass windows, hung a silky noose from a central beam. Below it a simple three-legged stool with legs no more than eight inches long. A small black enamel dish on the floor was the only other object in the cellar. Arabella walked her now quivering gimp close to.