No. No." The girls began openly crying, begging to be spared.One allowed the denial and begging to continue for a few moments, if for no other reason ...han to feed off of the fear. "Time is up, old man, and you have made the wrong decision." He nodded again and two men approached each of the two girls, one holding on while the other began cutting off clothing. The father started to rise until the thug next to him applied a bit of additional pressure against his temple, and the old man settled. What was to follow? As she stood up, one of the girls placed a black leather, heavily-boned corset around her waist, and began to fasten the busk. The corset was no fashion item: this was the real thing, a true Victorian Corset, with many steel bones inside of it. The corset was slowly tightened: causing her waist to constrict by at least 6 inches she imagined, and her bust to protrude accordingly. This was not bad, she thought. Breathing was extremely difficult, as the final lacing was done.. He stood up, my face directly in front of his crotch, his growing manhood protruding out of the slit in his boxers. I am like a deer caught in the headlights, I can't move. I turn my head, and look at my wife, she only smiles and beings to rub her thighs and up to the bottom of her panties. Her fingers are rubbing now, softly, sensually. Doing what I long to do, but right now, I do not have a choice. I turn back and then look up at Tom. He is like a Greek God, standing tall, masculine and. “We don’t need to do anything you don’t want to do,” I said as I rubbed her arm.“Thanks, Jack.” Her hands finally fell to her lap. “Have I ruined the moment.”“Not at all,” I said with a genuine, reassuring smile.Abby smiled back. The kind that said ‘Thank you’ without words. Next, she fell backward onto her back and asked, “Do you like a girl on her back?”“Yes,” I nodded, “But we can do whatever you want to do. Do you want me to,” I paused, “with you on your back?” I didn’t want to say ‘fuck.