But you gotta respect him."In the cellar, Mark Outhwaite sat on the narrow bed, to which he was chained, and regarded his second wife, Helen, coldly. ...he was suspended, by her wrists, from a pulley attached to the ceiling. Her feet barely reached the ground. She could sometimes ease the pain in her arms by standing tip-toed on the stone floor of their prison. She was wearing a transparent nightdress, cum-stained and torn. Mark couldn't help her, even if he'd wanted to."Katrina must have got. I loved the effect it was having on him. I was normally shy about my body, but in front of daddy, I wanted him to look at me, to stare at me, to want me. I was so excited. You, you, uh, better get dressed, daddy said, his voice strained. I went back to my room and put on a new sundress mom bought for me our last visit to the mall. It had a thin string halter around the neck, and no back. It was kind of gathered up front to give some support to my titties, and narrowed around my little waist and. Lover please don't get jealous, but I liked that you were jealous." as she opened her mouth to french kiss her black Lover. "Tyrone I told you about my special boytoy, he takes care of all my needs, all my needs expect for SEX... baby. That is what your for." she hugged Tyrone's muscular toned body. "Mitch don't worry Tyrone will walk me to the dorms." looking down at Mitch beaten lying on the floor. It was Mitch's and Joelle's three month annivary, she wanted to do something special for her. They walked down the street to Maggie’s hotel, both shivering. Maggie placed an arm around Anthony’s waist. He guessed it was more to help balance him than anything else. The bar was situated on the ground floor and had low leather chairs around small silver tables. The bar was dimly lit and slightly more crowded than Anthony had expected for so late on Halloween night. Maggie and Anthony were receiving odd looks from the other patrons of the bar. They quickly remembered that they were the only.