He is not even a boy. He is a big hairy man who is in bed with my little daughter. I smiled and Tracy began to cover up her breast and pussy while loo...ing at her mother.Tracy mom was abut 5ft 10 and weighed about 185lbs and had two of the biggest breast I had seen in awhile. Her breast were a size 46 GG. She had a brown skirt that went down to her ankles. She had on navy blue 2 inch heels and pantie hose that were tucked underneath a brown garter belt. She had on a white button down shirt with. As she turns the corner into the bedroom, I hear her gasp. Who is it? she asks after catching her breath, afraid to look again at the figure tied spread eagle to the bed, naked but for the gag and hood. I can see in her eyes that for a moment, at least, the he is back, repulsed and afraid. Does it matter? I answer my own question. I think not. But if you must know, it's your beach friend. How did you ever..? It wasn't difficult. Not with you as bait. I hold her under the chin. Go ahead,. The true hidden meaning again would be only between us. We had built up our own world. A world of two, with no admittance for anyone else.The next progression was at her suggestion. Doing a presentation on human trafficking, she asked me to place a rope corset on her, to play with the ideas of slavery and human trafficking. My dick hardened as I readily agreed. She would make an allusion to the people who had the power to play at these roles of Master/slave, while presenting a world where. She lay back with her arms folded under her head to act as a pillow and her legs were slightly open, so I had no trouble seeing the full display of her charms in the dim moonlight leaking into the tent. I was still locked in place, so she said, "Husband, am I going to have to help you undress? I certainly don't mind, if that is what you want."Still unable to speak, I nodded my head, and she rolled around and sat up so that she could reach me. She unbuttoned my shirt and pushed that down my.