Molly knew she was beautiful. At least she thought that to herself. But another thought came to her as well. A thought she knew that she should not ha...e been having, but could not help to feel. Molly wondered what her daddy had thought of her body. Now that the shaking and the shock of having him find her naked in the kitchen had surpassed, Molly felt her body getting warm at the thought. Did her daddy really like what he saw? There was only one way for Molly to find out.Molly slipped on one of. Dana groaned as his lips left a trail of wetness, moving slowly across her soft cheeks. She knew where this was heading and she trembled in anticipation. She also knew that he would take his time and draw out his and her pleasure.Drew chuckled as he watched his beautiful wife squirm in front of he. He loved to tease her. He would sometimes take an hour or more to build up to the final act. He had become a master at slow, sensual seduction."Oh God, sweetie," Dana moaned. "Please!"Drew gently bit. "She paused again. It was driving me nuts these pauses. She shiftedgears."Do you remember a time in a parking lot where a little boy wore thongpanties and was painfully whipped?" I reddened at the memory. "Ofcourse, you do. What a silly question. But humor me anyway with ananswer." Yes," I whispered."Yes what? Go on" Yes I remember..." And tell me about how it felt?" It hurt. It was painful," I replied wondering why she would ask theobvious?"Yes, of course it hurt. That was the idea. But how. I felt a cold ... no, make that FROZEN chill going down my spine. SOMEBODY was mentally laughing at me!It was terrifying.I’d felt something like this when I first met TJ that night on the tanker. THAT feeling, however, was one of friendly discovery. THIS was spiteful and threatening. I glared at Locuro, “SPILL IT ASSHOLE! WHAT THE FUCK DID YOU DO TO THOSE MEN?”The cocksucker was giggling like a teenage girl with her boyfriend’s finger in her twat.He smirked, “Sucks, DON’T IT! I need to tell.