Every time I moved, the rough fibers rasped against my labia and clit. My legs were bound at he knees and ankles and my wrist tied behind my back. The...ritual of our Saturdays started shortly after that wonderful evening when I became my husbands sex slave. Back then, we both worked weekdays: he worked at his office job and I was a bank teller. Last August, we both quit our jobs and devoted ourselves to missionary work, spreading the Living Gods messages. Rose and Daisy Cunningham ordained us. Just for a minute." I reached my hand up andmade contact with her right breast. The first touch feltelectric. I had waited so long for this. I ran my fingersover and around the surface of her breast, then squeezed. Julie moved slightly closer to me, and let out a smallsigh. "Oh, Danny, when you squeeze like that..." I moved my fingers gently to her nipple, which was quitebig now. I rubbed the bud gently, then squeezed it between mythumb and finger. "Big sister, you have the most. I'm the one who was confused," said Martin glad that he was confused enough to burst open her bedroom door without knocking and catching his grandmother naked.Then, surprising him, she put her arm around his neck and pressed her elderly, naked body up against him to give him a kiss on the cheek. Unable to control himself, and with her not stopping him from doing so, he felt the sides of his grandmother's naked breasts when he hugged her. Instead of feeling the sides of her breast, wishing he. I hated when my dad bought toys. Usually they were meant for sexual pain. But if my father was gone that meant I could get rid of Peter. And when my father left he usually went to the bar and got drunk. That meant I had about two hours to get rid of Peter.I wiped away my tears of pain and went downstairs to grab a wet napkin or some ointment. Before I could look I heard the doorbell ring. And it rang again. And again. And again."Jesus Christ Peter I'm coming!" I sighed and ran to the door. As.