All things sexual vanished; only to be replaced by sheer stark maddening terror.He smacked her behind, then slapped her face. All night long he used a...d abused her; some moments she felt frightened, others like cheap chattel, but mostly she just felt nauseatingly miserable. He took her every way imaginable, anally, vaginally, and to her chagrin orally.The anal was bad, awful, not because it hurt, which it did, and horribly too, but because it had never happened to her before. He’d forced her to. As you reach for me, I step out of the shower, wrap myself in a towel, blow you a kiss and wander upstairs as I say to you ‘Sorry darling, but I’m under orders I’ve got to hurry.’ I hear you groan in frustration and I can’t help smiling, I shout down to you that you aren’t allowed to have a wank whilst in the shower, and hear you moan again. I dry myself off, and reach for my sexiest undies, stockings and my favourite black sexy dress. After I’m dressed I put on my highest heels, a touch of. Watching all this with interest, Adam noticed after a few minutes that as she sat watching her mother's very obvious suffering, Stacey's face had gone pale. Obviously she was beginning to understand the severity of this punishment. Would she relent and let her mother dismount? Adam thought she would probably give her mother five or ten minutes on it.He was wrong. Several times Stacey went over to her mother and asked how she was doing. Sometimes she took a nipple clamp off, obviously enjoying. I grabbed her around her back and pulled her tits toward my mouth. She moaned in excitement right away. I pulled me down even more and kissed her on her lips. She quickly received my kiss and stuck her tongue down my throat. After a few minutes of French kissing, my cock was soaked from her grinding on me. Katherine asked if she could take my dick and I gladly accepted and asked if we could move to the couch. Katherine took me inside her mouth. It was so warm and sloppy, I could barely control.