While we were dating, I never brought Sharon near my house. My house was a zoo, and my family--step family mostly--were animals. I lived in a run-down...suburban home with my mother, step-father, and four step brats, all boys ranging in age from ten to fifteen. My step-father, Bucky, drove a dump truck. Bucky treated me like a red-headed step child, though my hair is blond. I do all of the stepping and fetching; his kids don't do anything except create work for my mother.Bucky is one of the most. He is coming out personally to investigate this. He says you two,” she pointed her finger at the two police officers, “Are way out of line and for you to holster your guns forthwith.” She nodded a little self-satisfied smile and walked back into the living room. The two didn’t holster their guns. They kept them pointed at us. “Take us to your room.” the older one ordered. I looked at dad and he nodded once. I led the way. They almost shit when they saw the picture Kevin had done of me. It was. Linda had her son still living with her, while attending the music school for his degree. In a short while, Linda had become a good friend after showing, rather surpassing all the requirements of a great fucking partner, while naked in the bed and now Brad had given her the keys to his house to come in any time she needed sex or the company.After hearing the noise, then opening and closing of the back kitchen door, Brad suddenly woke up. He looked at the digital clock on the night stand with. As he approached her, she recognized what it was. With a wink, he placed a tall, fur-lined leather collar around her neck and fastened a pair of buckles at the nape of her neck while she held her hair out of the way. The collar sat firmly on her shoulders and braced her chin, effectively keeping her head immobile and upright. A large ring dangled at the base of her throat. He stood back and admired her. ‘Bend over,’ he commanded. Abby furrowed her brow at Damian. ‘What are you going to do?’.