At least when we had company, we always used a bottle, and so did they.“So, this is, Roxanne?” Alicia asked, as she held our daughter, Roxanne.“...nd this is, Travis?” Scott asked, as he held our son, Travis.“Yes, and yes. I know it's really original, right?” I asked, as I held their daughter, Tonya.“All too original,” Scott replied.Then Alicia gave him a slight look.“Well, hold on a minute, Scott. We did name our girl, after my aunt Tonya. So, let's not stick it to them too much,” Alicia warned. You didn't know what I was,but I recognized you. Too bad for you. On your knees now; I don't want to sayit again."Tanya sank to her knees. The spider ran up behind her, pulled her arms backas far as they would go, and bound them to the webbing with additional silk.Then it did the same for her ankles. Next it pushed her sideways against thewebbing, so that her legs came apart and the space between them was fully exposed.The spider now anchored her thighs so that she couldn't draw them. Abby complied. He took one of my ties off the dresser and tide my wife’s hands together behind her back. He guided her to the bed and pushed her down over one corner of the mattress. He commanded, “spread your legs, and don’t move”. My wife heard him taking his clothes off and she snuck a peek over her shoulder and saw him taking his belt off his pants. He folded the well-worn leather belt in half, snapping it as he did. Abby had played this game before, it was called “Bad girl gets punished”.. I am so, so full.Something that is just a little larger than the space my body provides, something that stretches me just a little and presses snugly against my insides, something warm and pulsing, is moving inside me.I can’t say if it’s a good sensation or not, but my nipples get hard and poke through my T-shirt and I’m starting to sweat. I can barely breathe. I sit and quiver, unsure what to do, feeling like a virgin again.And then, there’s a thrust, and yeah, it’s a good sensation. It’s.