He pulled his head back and said my name as our eyes locked. Oh god, the power of that look was beyond anything I had experienced before. It was pure ...rimal claiming and I accepted it, echoed it and his lips were on mine once again as he began moving his hips. The long slow fucking he gave me made me go mad with pleasure. Shuddering and whimpering pleasure, screaming and clawing pleasure. And he matched me, each deep thrust made with a grunt or a growl. I was his, and he was mine there was no. “I thought I would let you give me a ride home today. I know you’re not busy, are you?”I looked over my shoulder and started to walk past, not understanding that this thirty-ish hot honey was talking to me. Then she said the most unexpected thing.“Daddyo, are you just going to ignore me? Are you kidding?”A fine example of the classic Hollywood blonde, all bright blue eyes and wavy hair hanging long about the shoulders had those baby blues locked on me. I glanced both ways and pointed my. Inches before making contact she dropped everything in her possession and threw her arms around his neck. She'd set herself on tip toes and rested her head upon his chest. He could smell her shampoo and oh was it ever delightful, strawberries and cream. He felt himself overjoyed and when he opened his eyes to look down-she was crying in to his chest. 'Oh my love,' William said, 'why do you cry so?' Wiping her tears she responded, 'I'm just so happy to finally get to hold you in my arms.' They. Bill bound Horsey's shoulders to the back of the wooden chair so that he was forced to sit up straight and could not bend over or wiggle.Under the chair was a shallow Pyrex vessel of water that Horsey's balls and cock sank into as he was forced to sit in the chair. A propane-fired heater was arranged to heat the water in the pan. Just as with Sally's torture, a camera was set up to record the festivities. Bill lit the heater and sat back in a comfortable chair to watch the results.Bill said,.