Her hands are still secured behind her back. He tosses her on the couch, pulls her legs wide, and chains her ankles to a spreader bar. He cuffs her ha...ds in front of her, hands her a vibrator, and instructs her to masturbate.Still wishing to resist, the mother begs, please no….as he stares at the family pictures and commenting how hubby may like to watch them? He inquires, ‘How old is your daughter?’She begins to masturbate. He says “that’s better” and puts down the family photograph.While she. I started rubbing my hands all over her body. I stopped her and asked her to fresh and up and I will make everything ready for her. She agreed and went into the bathroom to have a bath. I turned on romantic music sprayed wild stone perfume on my body and all over the room and waited for her on the bed. There she came dripping wet in water with just a towel wrapped around her body. She looked as sex Goddess and gave me seducing look. She wore her bra and panty without exposing them to me which. " Blushing deeply once again, I handed the phone to that smirking bitchMelanie. Ask her for help I thought, not in this fucking life time. Acceptingthe phone, Mel turned her back and carried on a hushed conversation with myMistress. Oh, oh. Better be careful I thought, the bitch is probablyreporting back to Jennifer. With the aid of the little mirror in the compact, I spent the nextforty-five minutes trying to apply the makeup in the dim lighting as best Icould and ignore the stares and grins. I feel the parts of my mouth salivating and my eyes roll despite their detachment from their sockets. My tongue protrudes through what I still believe to be my lips to show my tormentors what their promises are doing to me.Their reaction comes with a whistle that resembles the swing of my clock, yet instead of the click at the pendulum’s turning point comes a thwack accompanied by searing pain from the skin of where I suspect once was my butt. My flesh, too, is protesting from the spikes that.