" For six months I was a Thrall." I could feel the tears brimming in my eyes as I began to tell my daughter what happened on March 15th, 2000, and the...terrible nightmare that followed.Thirteen Years Ago"Look what I made at school, mommy!" Mary said, all excited, when I walked in the door from work. She was bouncing on her feet dressed in a cute, plaid jumper holding a clay tablet with her handprint in the center. "I made if for you and Daddy." Mary was six, her auburn hair in two pig tails and. The fingers of Ada’s left hand were engaged with those Shaffer was rubbing her clitoris with, alternating between moving his fingers with hers to heighten the pleasure he was giving her and moving her fingers to touch where the root of his hard and thick cock was stroking up into her. He was making deep, rattling, and gasping noises at the base of his ragged breathing as both of them watched themselves giving and receiving a long-practiced pleasure. The third person in the room, George Vaughn,. So I got up and poured her a cup of coffee setting in front of her still wary about her throwing right back in my face; maybe she was playing possum. Instead she gingerly picked it up and took a sip like any other day. Now I was starting to get scared. Just in case I stood between her and the carving knives."Thank You honey. The coffee tastes great." You're welcome. Are you OK? Do you want me to pack up and leave?"Her head snapped up looking at me with tears running down her face, "Please God. Hold on, Mom, Im having fun, my brother responded. Come in my mouth, now, Matt, Mom said sternly, in the voice she would use to order him to clean his bedroom. Matt pulled out obediently and turned toward Mom, who was now kneeling on the floor beside him. She took that big cock between her lips and sucked feverishly. Oh, Mom, said Matt as I climbed back onto the bed and collapsed, exhausted. You always were the best at getting me off. That was my first indication that Matt and Mom had been.