"Trent took a razor blade and starting cutting a line of coke. "Fuck yeah, bitch phoned me asking where you were, told me you'd fucked off without a w...rd. Now I was pissed, I wanted to know why my big brother abandoned his family but the cunt never told me a fuckin thing." I don't blame her, it's pretty bad." What was it?" You don't want to know." The fuck did I ask for then?"Joseph took a deep breath, he always hated telling this story. "Helena told me that she cheated on me when we were. I often ran my fingers through it and sent tiny shivers racing up my spine. "I can't believe this!" I suddenly heard a roar coming from my father tent. He emerged with his satchel in his hand, emptied of it's entire content. "I can't believe I forgot to pack my bathing suit," he said. He could have improvised something to take its place but I kept my suggestion to myself and offered: "I guess we'll have to skinny dip." "Would that bother you to see your dad naked?" "I've seen you naked. I would attach the leather collar around her neck and fit her ankle and wrist cuffs on. Finally, I would attach the little bell to the ring that I had placed on Megan's right labia. Megan knew that it was only then, when she was clean and prepared for me, that she would be able to serve me. She had looked at the clock. She still had at least an hour until I got home from work. Megan couldn't wait any longer. Moaning softly, she began to caress her bare breasts and her fingers slowly moved down. He seemed bolder now, squeezing each cheek ever so slightly as his roaming hand moved back and forth. I had to admit it felt good, despite my alarm. I caught myself stupidly wondering if he liked my ass, if he appreciated all the working out I did. Get a grip, I told myself. If he stopped now, there would be no harm done. It would be as if this never happened. Of course, he didn’t stop. His hand eventually paused right over my crack and I felt a finger, the middle one I guessed, probe carefully.