I had to admit that my daughter had been a joy to be around the past couple of days."I probably don't have to but I'm sure you want me to," Kasey said...with a small grin."I am perfectly fine if you're here," I said with conviction. "Sweetie, this is your house, too." I know, Dad," she answered. "Mom said she would call when she got in. I came back here in case she wanted me to come home tonight. Besides, it might not be 11 p.m. but it is after 10."Carrie and I glanced at the clock. Let him fuck you.” I had no idea if they used the ‘F’ word, but I knew that’s what she wanted… and so did I!She stumbled off the loveseat and hurried over to her husband, who at that particular moment had his face between my wife’s stretched out legs. She was leaned back in the recliner and Ethan was on his knees enjoying the taste and feel of her waxed pussy. He looked up at his wife, pulling his hand, scrambling to his feet and followed her into their bedroom.I couldn’t stand another moment,. She read Sonia’s body again, and made the breakfast that would suit her best. Some fried eggs, toast with butter and jam, freshly squeezed orange juice and coffee.This time, she knew not to make herself anything, though she thought it would be ok to make a little more than Sonia needed, so she would have some leftovers to feed her if she wanted. As things were, her mouth was busy holding Sonia’s dirty socks. The flavour of her feet kept intruding on her thoughts. She tried to forget about it. I dont go quietly, but it only gets a chuckle out of him. He throws me down on the bed, and thats when I see his bag is already in there because he reaches in to pull out some rope. I kick him and I actually make contact. Youre going to regret that, he promises reaching for my legs. When hes finished, Ive been tied spread eagle on the bed. I am face down, and my bottom has been propped up by pillows. Pulling as hard as I can doesnt allow even an inch of movement. Until this point, I hadnt.