Sarah jumped from her place at the table and ran to Rachel. “Mommy, you were right ... Santa found us!”Hugging her daughter she caught Marcus’ e...e, and mouthed, “Thank you.”He responded with a slight smile and a shrug.As Rachel approached the table she saw a game of Chutes and Ladders, something she had played in her own childhood. She wondered where he found it in this era of electronic games, and on Christmas Eve to boot.“And Santa brought me this coat and hat and these new pants and these. "I love your dick, Daddy!" Good girl."The strokes quickened. She moaned louder. She loved it when he fucked her beyond recognition. He began kissing her on the neck whilst aggressively grabbing her curvy buttocks and grabbing her neck."Oh, fuck. Oh, fuck me, JD..." Yeah... yeah..." He said while fucking her. He turned her around, now looking at each other's eyes. "God, you're so sexy."She loved hearing that from him, because she felt the same. They were about to reach their climaxes. You feel the sting as the fabric tears away. He takes them in your hand and stuffs them down into your mouth. Letting go of your throat he places his hand firmly over your mouth. The taste of your own juices and the fabric mix in your mouth. His hand moves and it is replaced with a piece of duct tape. He grabs you by the shoulder and roughly flips you to your stomach before you have time to react. Your arms are painfully pulled and tied firmly with a length of cord behind your back. “And here. The fire marshal concluded it was an accident, something to do with the electrical system shorting out. The insurance company handed me a check, mom and dad's friends offered sympathy, casseroles, and money to help with the funeral arrangements. None of it helped the spot I was in. It was dark, and I was alone.My dad was an only child, my mom just had her brother who died in the house with them. My uncle didn't have any kids and was single, which was weird because he was a good-looking guy. All.